see, here's the rub: I have thursday & friday off this week, and on thursday we ("we" in this post shall be assumed to include me, bizarre, my sister, and her husband) will be going to Great America. I haven't been there in 2 years (I think) (madolan, feel free to correct that if I am mistaken). I have a need to go on the superman again. very very badly.
That is not actually what I am excited about the most.
If you wait for one more sentence to finish, then I will tell you. I am excited, for whatever reason, about breakfast on thursday morning. It's not like we're going anywhere special (original pancake house) and it's certainly not like I haven't been there 28947309 times, several dozen this summer alone. I am excited to take bizarre there for the first time, because I like sharing cool things with her.
BUT I REALLY WANT THAT BACON. I CRAVE IT. AND THE CREPES, GOOD GRACIOUS. THREE OF THEM WITH STRAWBERRIES. AMAZING. AND A LARGE ORANGE JUICE JUST DRIPPING WITH FRESHNESS. I WANT TO GO RIGHT NOW. IF YOU ARE THERE RIGHT NOW I HATE YOU.