Smoke in My Lungs

With smoke in my lungs. That is how Florida welcomed me in their lovely airport. As of today it is day two of my Florida excursion. Orlando is very busy, and their drivers aren't the kindest. It is times like these that I am grateful for Beirut, Bob Dylan, The Shout Out Louds and Omaha's Sbarro. It is late/early (however you look at it) and I can't sleep. Florida's weather is very nice, and today it felt as if the sun kissed me on the cheek.