I wish the Lord would just takes me away tonight, and like, sends me to Magic Mountain—i mean, it's like 55 dollars to get in.  You get your food throughout the day, maybe beer but i wouldn't recommend it because it just makes you drowsy—I really don't get the point of beer—and then on the way out, of course you buy a funnell cake.

What was the point of this post?  I forgot?  Oh, it was my growing fear of heights.