How I’ve been feeling so far this week (featuring Capt. Dany):

The people outside my window are shouting and coming down from their open-mic coffee shop high. It’s really obnoxious. I wish I had the guts to throw eggs at them. Soft boiled eggs. But then again, I’m not a 12-year-old boy.

I really should rest up though and get some sleep. I almost wrote “shut eye,” but I always feel so weird and ingenuine, and kind of like I’m about 70 years old whenever I use that phrase.  (“Oh, c’mon, Timmy, go on to bed and get some shut eye. Your old grandma is gonna finish up folding these socks here!”)

I’m going back to Orlando for a few days to take the roomies “theme parking.” I’m not sure if that’s an actual word, but I’ve been using it frequently since Sunday. I’m extremely excited, not only because we’re going to Epcot’s Food and Wine Festival, and I’ve never been, but because my roommates will get to experience the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I cannot wait to count the gleams in their eyes. It’ll be fantastic!

Two more days.