3/07/2009

Praise Jesus!

I found my blasted passport. In the exact place I thought I had left it, and checked three times previous. God Fucking Damn it. I have this desk thing, you put paper and pens and bits in it. It's black metal. I finally dumped the damn thing out on the floor. And there, lying on top of my pens and tictacs and gum packages, was my passport.

I was too relieved to be angry at myself.

1 comment:

big jen said...

Phew.