July 5, Universal Studios. My daughter and I did the Hulk and the Velocicoaster. Both only once. Partly because all the rides were suspended for several hours due to thunderstorms, but also because her brother wasn’t feeling well and J certainly wasn’t either. I was glad for this respect they all had for each other.

I took tranquilizers for both the Hulk and the Velocicoaster. How much those did, I don’t know, but I certainly felt more able to understand the coasters as an arrangement instead of being in constant fear of death. A symphony on the amygdala.