All Aboard.

I think it's pretty safe to say that I have more than deserved this vacation. I don't want to think about anything because all I can seem to do as of late is think about everything. I've been sick to my stomach for a week and a half. Whine. Whine. Whine. I can't wait to smell Pirates of the Caribbean, and the gingerbread house in the holiday decorated Haunted Mansion. I'll wear my new coat over each of my pre-planned outfits, and film every second I deem necessary. The scent of the bamboo in Adventureland, and the cobblestone walkways in New Orleans square scream home and there's no place like it. [The movement in the lobby of LTW that I can hear from the office is making me anxious.] I am beyond ready to abandon my worries. I'll walk through those gates and I will just be there and that's all that will matter. I am ready to be happy... not that I'm not already. For all the Jamie Cullum and IAMX I've been listening to, I'm doing pretty damn well.