Obviously, things were going too well.
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ladymirthI've gone and lost my passport.
How does a body go and lose a passport in her own bloody house, when she never takes it out her drawer in the first place? That does truly require a rather spectacular amount of FAIL.
So it follows that I shall have to overhaul the whole house and search every nook and cranny. On the plus side, at least it has to be inside the house. Somewhere. Unless it isn't and I accidentally dumped it in the garbage and it has been slowly turning into leathery compost in the Colombo City Garbage disposal for the last six months, unbeknownst to me.
Okay, shall not think on that. That is ridiculous. That way lies panic, a barf bag and possibly a padded white cell. Which would be unproductive. Calm down.
I wouldn't object to the whole overhauling house thing, really. Only, I am so sleepy I'm typing this half in a trance, and when I go to sleep I shall be lucky if I can wake up for dinner, much less to look for my passport. Ah, the joys of hyper somnia.
Can't do it. Must crash. Passport shall have to stay lost a while longer, the little traunt. Unless the dust bunnies have eaten it.
For sale: Twenty year old female body in stellar (if a little flabby) condition with hardly-used brain. Previous owner opted to upgrade to a model that requires less copious amounts of sleep and better stress adaptation. Very cheap. Price on request.
How does a body go and lose a passport in her own bloody house, when she never takes it out her drawer in the first place? That does truly require a rather spectacular amount of FAIL.
So it follows that I shall have to overhaul the whole house and search every nook and cranny. On the plus side, at least it has to be inside the house. Somewhere. Unless it isn't and I accidentally dumped it in the garbage and it has been slowly turning into leathery compost in the Colombo City Garbage disposal for the last six months, unbeknownst to me.
Okay, shall not think on that. That is ridiculous. That way lies panic, a barf bag and possibly a padded white cell. Which would be unproductive. Calm down.
I wouldn't object to the whole overhauling house thing, really. Only, I am so sleepy I'm typing this half in a trance, and when I go to sleep I shall be lucky if I can wake up for dinner, much less to look for my passport. Ah, the joys of hyper somnia.
Can't do it. Must crash. Passport shall have to stay lost a while longer, the little traunt. Unless the dust bunnies have eaten it.
For sale: Twenty year old female body in stellar (if a little flabby) condition with hardly-used brain. Previous owner opted to upgrade to a model that requires less copious amounts of sleep and better stress adaptation. Very cheap. Price on request.
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Date: 2008-02-02 02:51 pm (UTC)Paul, did you just make a marginally lewd joke? Tsk, tsk. Think of your reputation.
You'll never guess where I found my passport though. It was in the drawer, right where it was supposed to be, hidden under an electricity bill. The world conspires against me!