ok, so. tickets are FINALLY booked, and I’m going to see Morgue – and bring them back to the UK with me – in ten days. Holy shit. This is a thing. It’s happening. In real life.

… the journey there is going to take fourteen hours and involves a four-hour stop in Toronto, for bullshit reasons I am too tired to go into, but hey, I guess this means I will technically be able to say I’ve been to Canada. I will order poutine and find someone to speak bad French at.

now I just need to do laundry and pack and re-pack and download a million things to read/watch on the plane and try to convince myself that the plane will not suddenly stop working mid-way over the atlantic, I guess.

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