The Eve of the Day
Went to the doctor... that's an entire entry unto itself.
Tomorrow is the big day. A day of coasters and water slides, of overpriced beverages and overheated bodies.
I am not looking forward to it, I must say.
I'm just not a Six Flags chick.
Put me in a water park, and I'll be happy till the cows come home.
But strap me into a harness and flip me upside-down... you might just meet the devil in me.
Oh well. It's all part of the job, and I am certainly grateful for the job.
Still, please be praying for me tomorrow.
My hormones have really been on the fritz this week, and I honestly feel like just sleeping all day tomorrow.
I am praying that I will wake up refreshed, clear-headed, and completely ready to take on the world... or, at least, 25 kids at Six Flags.