Miami: 325 Miles [9/90]

I'm in a car on the way to Miami. It should be known that I love my grandparents. I love them to death. I love them so much I haven't gotten snippy.

We're going from Atlanta to Miami in a sedan. Not so bad, there's only 3 of us. So far I've spent most of the trip sleeping. Or pretending to.

But my waking moments? They're filled with patience-testing, teeth-grinding, headache-inducing experiences.

So far I've been forced out of the car to walk into a clearly closed wendys, lived through a McDonalds ordeal, and damn near been frozen.

Have I mentioned i've only been awake for about an hour?

Unrelated: palm trees are cool.

I'm currently listening to non-stop Frank Sinatra and similar artists. Maybe I'm uncivilized. Maybe I just hate this style music. Maybe it's because my parents used to put this on to make me go to sleep. Whatever the reason, it is slowly driving me insane.

State of the trip: Miami, 325 miles.

For the last two miles they argued about how to get back home. Sometimes I wonder if they argue just for fun. Miami: 323 miles. New thought, I wonder if they shoot swamp people around here.