Phew. The days…they are getting busier! I woke up, worked three hours, showered, went to Chatham to get a new passport (and passport photo, which I must say is the most atrocious photograph of me that’s ever been taken), purchased some personal items from the convenience store (deodorant, razors, soap, a gross of Magnums™), grabbed a smoothie with Ken, and now I’m finally home and able to focus on crafting a concise entry that will stimulate your bodies and minds.

Right after I make a couple phone calls.

[15 minutes later]

Oh, hello there. Say, did you hear the one about my passport photo? It was atrocious. After yesterday’s barrage of cuteness, there’s no way in hell I’m going to ever show any of you my passport photo. I don’t look so much like a terrorist as I do a special needs child who wandered too far from his group on a field trip. There’s all this tension in my face. It’s like I’m confident, very lost, and slightly psychopathic all at the same time. Also, my hair curled up in weird way around my jaw making it look like i have mutton chops. Come to think of it, the picture kind-of rules.

By the way, what’s the deal with lines at the post office? Everyone there is so standoffish; there’s palpable disdain rising from the bodies in line…its like you’re sitting outside a courthouse waiting for a murder charge to be handed down. My cell phone rang, and I tried to keep quiet while talking about the passport application process, and people in front of me were turning around and leering and smirking, like I was being a total asshole. Then my turn came and I could feel the eyes of those who entered the post office after me burning holes in my back. And the people who work there barely speak English. And whether or not they can speak English has little effect on their loathing me. What sucked the most was the stench of fresh mulch being dumped in the flower beds outside the post office. It was a combination of the rankest of body odors, vomit, and shit all mixed together. I could almost see the putrid green stink lines filtering through the air, which are usually reserved for malodorous cartoon characters. So, I wasted most of my afternoon, I have to take my car back to the Volvo place tonight, and I haven’t packed a single item yet. Lift-off is scheduled for Saturday morning.

This entry was a train wreck.

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