Tuesday, June 29, 2004

The office goes to Great America tomorrow, gentle reader, and I’m beginning to think there are better ways to die. When all is said and done, I’ll probably return home safely, musing about the thrilling rides I enjoyed throughout the day. Yet there’s also the tiniest chance that something might go wrong, and it’s a small sliver of macabre hope that mustn’t come true.

Can you imagine rocketing along at a kajillion miles per hour on the Batman ride when you discover, much to your dismay, that you aren’t dreaming about sailing through the atmosphere? Or what if a ride stopped midway and left you helpless as you hung on for dear life? It’s so scary you almost wish it would happen, but that’s just the neurotic voice talking.

Anyway, I wish you a good evening. We’ll talk later.