Well, my flight isn't until 7 PM, and what am I going to do for the next ten hours? I'm supposed to be checked out of my hotel in one hour (at 10 AM). I'm going to call the front desk and move back my checkout time, but even if I change it to noon I'm going to have pile of time on my hands. I was thinking last night, "Ooh, you can go to the water park across from SeaWorld (jhg, where are you when I need you?)," but ... I don't quite know how to describe this, but ... something about the shoes I was wearing yesterday and the way they pressed on the back of my heel has made me pull up lame. I don't have a blister, it's more like someone whacked me in the Achilles tendon or something, and I am walking with a serious limp. Neither Aquatica nor Wet & Wild sound like even the least little bit of fun right now. I want to stay off of my feet, and I also don't want to be walking around lugging my piles o' crap everywhere.
Foo. This would be the perfect time to take care of a bunch of other stuff I wanted to do, like talking to my sister, writing some stuff for Gungfu Girl, mailing things, and any bunch of things in town, but I can't take my stuff with me if I leave the complex (as if I know where a post office is) and I don't think there's wireless in the lobby of the hotel. And it's supposed to get up to 95 today (34 C for yez what uses aught than good old Fahrenheit), which means that all I'd want to do is be inside or be by the pool.
Okay, I've moved my checkout time. Now I'm going to see about getting that shuttle for the airport. And maybe I'll sleep for a bit longer, though my nerves are in the "going to be leaving soon" state of excitement and I don't think I can get back to sleep.