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24 hours in Disneyland? So long, happy place
24 hours in Disneyland? So long, happy place

It was not a pretty sight. Staggering through the exit turnstiles of California Adventure, I was stricken with the sort of randomly anxious thoughts I have not experienced since my hardest drinking days. If cotton candy is green and slightly tangy does that make it a fruit? Was the music I kept hearing real or just in my head? Were my feet and hands swollen because I had been upright for so long or was I actually turning into a cartoon character? The girl walking beside me claimed to be my daughter, but that seemed unlikely; to have a teenage daughter, surely I would be too old to have just spent 20 hours and change at Disneyland? As with so many seasonal turnings (Christmas,...