Only two days, several thousand miles and a lot of metal and ocean separate me from a month in Europe. Is it possible to be so excited it’s unhealthy? I’m even dreaming with an English accent. Last nights dream consisted of meeting J.K. Rowling (my figgy, I’ll explain later) and being invited back to he’d house for a dinner party with none other than a lot of my favorite people, of course 🙂 All three of the latest Doctors were there and I didn’t even let them know which of them was my favorite. They were really quite brilliant and I couldn’t stop saying brilliant. Madonna was there, Sir Elton John, Simon LeBon (he was there for Chrissie, I had to keep her occupied), Jude Law, and even Prince Harry showed up towards the end of the night. Overall it was a Brilliant dream and will probably only cause for let down for the actual trip. So note to self, no more deluded dreams. So, like I said, two more days then its time to cross the pond for the first time. It really is a dream come true for me. So I’ll be writing about my epicness here.
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