||[Sep. 19th, 2007|12:51 am]
Today was the best day I've had since I moved her. Phone was on silent so I missed the 9 calls I had and woke up at 1. I got a call from Whole Foods and I went in a did some more paperwork. They promised I'll be working by the end of the this week. I went from Whole Foods straight to Downtown Disney. Met up with Jon and his boy. We went to MGM where I went on the Tower of Terror for the first time ever. And then just Jon and I went to Magic Kingdom for the first time in about 15 years. It was magical. Went on Space Mountain for the first time ever. So fun. I sat in the front seat and was holding my head the entire time, like something would hit it if I didn't. Screamed and laughed so much. We walked around a bunch and did Splash Mountain which I've never been on and also the Runaway Train thingy. We then made it to Cinderella's Castle for "Wishes", the firework show. I felt like a kid again. It was so great. Best firework show I've ever seen.|
Now I am watching Dexter, the Showtime series. Michael C Hall is sexy and such a different role than Six Feet Under. I watched a whole Disc of the first season of House today too. I have watched so many TV shows on DVD lately. I can't wait for all these new shows to start. Tomorrow is America's Next Top Model. Then there is Heroes, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives.
After wacthing all these hospital dramas I'm becoming a bit of a hypocondriac. Though I have always been one of those people to expect to die of some crazy rare disease. I just hate hospitals so even if I totally believed I was dying I would never find out. I also realized that I am just quite paranoid about all things. I was expecting every rollar coaster to fly off its track, for cinderella's castle to be bombed, and I even thought the boat behind us on Splash Mountain was going to catch up to us and hit us from behind after the big drop. I don't necessarily believe it will happen but it runs through my head. EVERYTHING is like that for me. Sitting right here at my computer I am imagining the fan falling out of the ceiling and chopping my head off. Something is obviously wrong with me.