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I worked late last night, probably one of the few people awake in the industrial section of Melbourne, Florida. I broke around 7pm to nibble on sea urchin and raw albacore, and to sip a Kirin while watching the sun set over the mainland. One thing of which I'm continually surprised, as long as I've been here, is the flatness of Florida. Some mountains would be nice, to break up the view and add some interesting geometry. The twisted tropical plants try to make up for it with their moebius of interlocking roots and branches. The fauna has little competition in a state whose second highest mountain is Space Mountain in Disney World.

I worked some more, and finally finished at 10:30 last night. Not bad, though I missed my flight home. I drove back to my folks' place, Drowning Pool's "Bodies" echoing through my car as I drove the sleepy streets next to the intracoastal, first one side, then the other. The wind was high, whipping the palms and frothing the river in my headlights.

5am, catching the earliest flight back to ATL. My local clients are getting antsy at some of the time I've been taking lately. They probably suspect I'm moonlighting and they're getting nervous. Good. And bad. I'm not ready to jump yet, though it's looking like that's what's going to happen. I got in early, headed to work, and flew through 10 hours like 10 minutes.

Now, it's prep for tomorrow. As much work as I can squeeze in, then out to New Mexico, where my brother is getting married. Some of us were to trip out to Arizona for a few days after the wedding, but I'm bagging out. I've been home for two days in the last week and a half, and I just can't be gone that long just yet. Vacation is planned this summer, late, a nice long couple weeks I'm hoping. The destination is still in the air -- Africa? Australia? Polynesia? Someplace exotic, or at least exotic to the East Coast yuppie I've found myself to be lately.

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