The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be? - it is the same the angels breathe. - Mark Twain.

This sums up my excitement for the upcoming trip! Words cannot describe (they probably can; I’m just too lazy to delve into my vocabulary) the building anticipation of getting onto an airplane knowing that the proceeding times will be filled with endless (and by “endless” I mean “nine”) hours of long awaited movies that I was too proud (although some may say cheap) to see in the cinema on account of my desire to keep Toy Story 3 as the last cinema-experienced movie I’ve had the pleasure of seeing. 

I think I’ll stop typing.