almost passport. hateful post office employee

oh. my. GOD. i wanted to kill a post office employee today. i think he was part lemur. no joke.

he took a step a minute, and not because he's handicapped. no. because it gave him pleasure to move as slowly as humanly possible, ask me questions that had nothing to do with what iw as doing there, and tell me how i should be doing what iw as doing even though i didn't really want his advice thanks anyway fuckface.

ahem. ok yes, i had low blood sugar, but jesus christ . grr. anyway, so close to having a passport now. (yes yes, i know it's merely over a week til i leave. shut up)

yesterday i took a personal day. mental health day. whatever

and instead of doing the kabuki thing, or the in my head thing. i hung out with monk and i ate a big breakfast and i ran a lot of errands (i have a drivers license again!) and i got passport pictures and i went and worked out and i didn't have time to think about unresolved issues that will now stay unresolved except for how i end up resolving them inside of myself.

i just thought about costa rica, kissing eyelids, and the sun and wind.

and hush puppies with honey butter. those were nice.

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