Ok, ya'll (there's that word again

) are probably going to blast me, but I've got 3 more working days - 'til Friday at 2PM - and I'm glad!
I would rather have something to keep me busy than sitting around watching the Countdown Timer sloooooooowly moving toward zero.
But that's just me - it seems to make it go faster when I have stuff to do. I'll be all ready to sit baaaaack, relaaaax, annnnnd...
Go on a bunch of excursions! Running from the ship, trying to catch the taxi/bus, running after the taxi/bus, getting to the excursion, packing everything up to make it waterproof, snapping pictures, walking here, running there, snapping more pictures, drying off everything that got wet, running after the taxi/bus that's leaving, running back onto the ship, getting ready for dinner, realizing it's only 2PM so posting updates on the DIS at the Internet cafe, running back to the room 'cause I surfed too long, getting ready for dinner, realizing we have late seating and then going to the show, going to the ESPN bar for some drinks, realizing we're late for dinner, running back to the room, getting ready for dinner, going to dinner, realizing it's Magicalifragilisticexpiwhatever night and running back to the room, changing clothes, running back to dinner, eating dinner, running back to the room to chug 2 gallons of Pepto-Bismol, running back to the resturant, realizing I accidentally chugged 2 gallons of laxative, running to the bathroom, running back to the room since the stalls were all full, passing out on the toilet, waking up the next morning to:
DO IT ALL AGAIN 'CAUSE WE'RE HAVING SO MUCH FUN!!!
Whew, I need a vacation!
- Jim