Last night Matt and I went to Lagoon for Frightmares. There's a ride that takes you up really high and then drops you, so we were counting how many seconds until it dropped you so we'd know when we went on it. I HATE THE ANTICIPATION OF NOT KNOWING WHEN YOU'RE GONNA FALL. (When we did go on it, I was screaming before we even dropped.) And the counting reminded me of the tanning episode of Friends. Please enjoy.