15.5 hours until
pepino21786 and
qafcomments meet me at the airport.
21 (or so) hours until I meet
shadownyc and her daughter for dinner.
24 hours (or so) until I see RANDY HARRISON perform in the stage adaptation of the most disturbing film I have ever seen, and possibly get scarred for life.
I CAN'T WAIT.
I am all packed, yet I keep obsessively checking my bag and purse to make sure I've got everything. Passport and birth certificate? Check. Money? Check. E-ticket? Check. Canadian cigarettes? Check. Hell, I can buy anything else I forget, right?
I am so hyper right now. YEEEEE!
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