I was so exited to have a normal weekend that I had trouble going to sleep last night. I was like my annoying little seven year old self waiting to go to Disneyland the next day. At the same time, I don't really see why. I'm not gonna be doing much over this weekend, and I never really used to do much in the first place. Maybe it's just the excitement from having a newfound freedom of choice about it, or something.