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I haven't slept yet, I'm supposed to be going out of the country in fifteen hours, and I can't find my #!?"$%~#! passport.

*blinks*

Shit. Wouldn't it be ironic if, after all the agonising and the panicking over accommodation and the freaking out about people and the eventual kicking-my-own-ass and reminding myself how I would hate myself if I let my fear stop me, I couldn't go because of paperwork? Though, really, it's my own disorganisation to blame.

Shit. Shit. Shit.


Oh! Oh wait a minute! Oh yeah! I checked the jacket I was wearing last time - when I flew down for the interview (which I still haven't heard back from, btw, which I'm guessing means "no thanks") - and the passport was in the pocket. Phew.

OK. Maybe I can crash now. Then when I get up, I shower, get dressed, pack toiletries, maybe print a couple of maps, maybe not, and I have my laptop so I can do research at the airport if I don't get it done beforehand. All right. OK. That's fine.

Ooh, my hands are shaky, that's awesome. Or entertaining, at least.

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[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

Argh. Hope helpful sleep has occurred.