caithream | I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.

Just in case you were curious, yeah, it's still really freaking hot down here. I was lying on my towel for a good fifteen minutes before I was drenched in sweat.

The Dunedin Causeway! Leads straight to Honeymoon Island. Pee ess, taking pictures while driving is HARD. (That's what she said.)

Walking on the boardwalk to the sand.

Heh, chick reading a book. And sand! And a cigarette butt. And overcast-ness.

The Coastguard helicopter stops by for a hello.

Um, I have no idea what that thing is. I think they were disassembling a boardwalk thingy?

A nice little bench and some reeds.

The boardwalk leading back to my car.

Dragonfly! :D

And now I'm wonderfully BURRNT (you gotta say it like Jensen, BURRNT), so that should last me for a while, haha.

So, last week at work, this guy comes up to the counter and says, "Hmm, let me see what I have in my pockets to leave you guys for a tip." Guys, he pulls out a one hundred dollar bill and stuffs it in our tip jar. My jaw kind of hit the floor. That is insanity. I knew we were the freaking best store in the area, but damn. SO THEN, I get word today that yesterday he did it again! TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS IN TWO WEEKS. This guy is nuts. Plus he put in another $40 today! Can we say free drinks for the rest of his life? UH, YEAH. (For the record he gets a triple grande nonfat one hundred and eighty degrees no whip cinnamon dolce latte. Hee.)

I feel like having JUNKFOOD. I need to raid my fridge, kthxbi.