4 days and feeling breeze pick up

I feel like today might be that point in a roller coaster where you have just reached the top of the HUGE hill and you are looking over the drop, sort of jerkily being lowered as you wait for the back cars to click click click into position. Your way up high and the view is clear for miles… but you can do nothing but be consumed by anticipation… a deadly mix of excitement, bone chilling fear and the sudden gastronomic revenge of the chili dog you ate just before you boarded the train. The question is… will I cling to the safety bar, close my eyes and pray for it all to end quickly or will I throw my hands in the air and take the screaming choatic insanity for all its worth?

We shall see