So, Bev just sms-ed me saying that there are 17 more days left. Man I haven’t felt exited about something in a long time. I’ve been to many Florida theme parks all my life, to the point where I don’t feel the excitement anymore.

I remember when I used to almost crap my pants, in line to get on “it’s a small world” let alone “space mountain”. Now when I’m in line I just fart in annoyance, hoping nobody notices. I was planning to go to the doctor to do a check up on my excitement-gland or “yippie button” as they call it in the medical world. But I see now that this is no longer necessary, seeing that I’m almost crapping my pants as the 22nd draws closer, oh, and the butterflies! I burped a Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly (which is btw my favorite) earlier today.

So anyway 17 more days and counting.