My last words before I go to be Disneyfied:
FUCKING FUCK YEAH.
I am sitting at my desk listening to the Vengaboys at full blast, drinking my Vitamin Water, and checking out the Disney World web site that was just updated TODAY with little videos of all of the rides, and which is serving to increase my levels of excitement and adrenalin to previously unheard-of levels.
My brain checked out some time yesterday, leaving the rest of me behind. Good thing it did, because it really was my grumpy brain that was making me so taciturn. I plan to meet up with it somewhere on a waterslide tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully it will have a liquor-filled pineapple waiting for me back at the pool chairs.
(p.s. Followup on the gym-shower-debacle: Yes, I went to the gym to take a shower. I snuck out immediately afterwards by pretending I was on a very important phone call, and darn it was just too bad that I was not able to work out. I do fear, however, the residual impact of my visit: My combination lock was in the pocket of my satchel that contains all the spilled glitter, and as such I accidentally got glitter all over the floor and bench surrounding my locker. I worry about all of the men who went home to their significant others, with an unobserved coat of glitter on their muscular behinds. Did I inadvertently just create a lot of single people? "Honestly, baby!! I don't know where all that glitter came from! No, baby, don't throw my stuff out the window, baby!" I feel like that chaos theory butterfly flapping its wings in the rainforest and creating a hurricane.)