Chapter Thirteen:
While I was standing there drinking from the Mug of Life; a Magical Express bus pulled up and began to unload. I hated those people. Those stupid people with their strollers and carry on bags, clutching their little travel folders filled with confirmation numbers and trip itineraries. They were salt in my wound; the final insult. Despite my scowl, they looked so happy; so filled with joy and anticipation for the days ahead. I hated them more. If schadenfreude is enjoying the bad fortune of others, I was experiencing Disneyfreude: feeling bad because other people were happily arriving at Disney World.

I can definitely relate...as if its just not fair!
ZZUB...what are we going to do?
Ok people, the jig is up...we have to take up a collection, Zzubs gotta go back, Im already having withdrawls.

Oh, dont act like I am the only one, you all know that you feel the same way!!!

You all know that you have to have your fix. Well, at least Vettechick's not done with her report yet, if she could get out of the tub, stumble over to the computer and save the day!

We will miss ya Zzub!!!