4 Day Jitters

7 a.m. waking up in the morning, gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs, gotta get my bowl, gotta get cereal. These are the words I say to myself as I wake up this morning. 4 days left until Saturday, which is after Friday, Rebecca Black has taught me. I've yet to pack and there are four days left. I don't know whether it's because I subconsciously don't want to leave or what. Regardless, there are four days left and I've got to ready. I've gotta catch my plane, I see my friends! Kicking in the back of the plane, sitting in the front of the plane, gotta make my mind up, which seat should I take? Saturday, I'm waiting for you.