I, uh, may have found out that more of the - far more expensive but front block seating guaranteeing - premium tickets for the Doctor Who Festival may have been released.
I, uh, may have taken a deep breath and ... uh, I may have bought those.
So now it's entirely possible that
chilliconcarne and I will end up stuck with some rather expensive spare general admission tickets (Friday, 13 November, Doctor Who Festival, if anyone wants to join us and take them off our hands? :p ) since they're not exactly returnable ... but eh, I figured that even if we do, it's a really rather wince-worthy extra cost but hey, you only live once (well, if you're human, anyway), and there's a very good chance that this is going to be my one and only chance of getting this close, so...
Whatever. :D
In foot news, foot is now definitely better, if not actually okay yet.
Also, I was woken up by a wasp in my room at 5:30 this morning. There was only so much annoyed wasp buzzing that I could take, so I had to get up and open the window wide enough for it to get out.
Also, a tit came for a visit and left a small present on my pillow during the day. Sigh.