Because I am, in reality, a four-year-old ...

[apocalypsos]

... I just realized that come September 11th, I'm going to be doing the exact same thing that I'll be doing on December 7th. No shit. While everybody else is being all somber and nostalgic and remember-y and whatnot, I'm going to be bouncing around the room on both days like a sugar-coated imbecile squeaking, "In exactly eighteen days, I get prezzies, prezzies, and more prezzies!" *bouncebouncebounce*

Weird and childish, but oh so very, very true.