who cares about pluto…

hoo boy it’s late, but never walk home when you live in canberra unless you live in the inner city. it is now 3am and it’s taken me since 1:30 to get here after the concert (see later post). i waved half heartedly at a few taxis, but my small town nz upbringing has finally caught up with me. gone are the days of walking home in half an hour (or less), and welcome to the time of the taxi.