i was queen of strop central this morning but luckily i managed to hitch a ride out. i got some belated but very cool birthday gifts from the girls at work. the martini glasses were great (except that they were seriosly lacking in liquid content), the CG suggested we make a party of the whole waiting in line thing and both go there at 5am tomorrow morning with a blanket and flask, and many plans were made for fun activities for this weekend and next. all is right in the world again.
1:33 p.m. - September 26, 2003
I woke up at 5am which was great because it meant I could fit in an extra couple of hours of worrying about what the fuck I�m doing with my life, before breakfast. I had to pick up my immigration card before work so, knowing a bit (but obviously not enough) about visa and immigration queues I set off super early. I was confronted by a line-up, which was about 5 people wide and at least 3 blocks long (I gave up attempting to find the end of the queue at that point). This did not make me happy. It did not make me happy because a) I had already paid out $50 for this stupid card that I didn�t really need because in a few months time I will be eligible to apply for Canadian citizenship and b) because I knew I would have to take one of my two remaining vacation days to stand on a sidewalk for, if I was lucky, about 5 hours, probably in the pouring down rain. I stamped my feet, huffed loudly and set off for work with my music cranked up to 11 and the need to take lots of long, deep breaths. When I got to work and mentioned the deal to a few people I heard lots of lovely stories, that being a world rather than local news preferrer I had not heard, about the immigration card pick-up. Evidently some people had been in line since 9pm the night before because the previous Friday they had only had time to deal with half of the people who had queued for the whole day. Anyway that will be me next week. Right now I�m not even sure I want to be here. I don�t really want to be here, I don�t really want to be there, I don�t really want to be any fucking where (as dr. seuss might put it).
9:24 a.m. - September 26, 2003
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