Fi-yi-yine

Which comedian said that? Pablo Francisco? Whenever I think of the word "fine" I have to sing it like that now. Well, that's how I'm feeling. Just a breezy, quiet morning in the Laura and Justin residence, waiting for Justin to awaken and perhaps scavenge for some food with me. I have met the most terrifying monster in the universe, Cthulhu, and he curled up next to me last night. As much of a purr-box as Obi, but of course, a billion times more fearsome.

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Today I will go to the USCIS (Unusual Slightly-Changed Irate Silverbacks) to get my biometrics taken (they will surgically remove all my organs and replace them with cheese puffs); then I will sign a form that declares my soul is theirs but can be borrowed for a little while by England, after which I will do a lot more things, and get my visa.

Oh, visa-- the silent killer. Was I naive enough to think that my US money vomiting days would end with the passport and multiple international-going letters? "Muahaha!" says Vaudevillean US moustache-twirling villain, "You thought you would give England all the money you don't have, and leave US with nothing? Reaallyyy? Mooa ha ha! FOOL!"

But seriously, $330, what the hell?

No wonder Americans are the least likely to own passports in the western world-- they make it hard enough!!

AHHH NOW my good mood is tainted by ranting- AAHHHH!!!!-- just kidding, I'm still in a good mood. Well, signing off for now, ta!

T-minus 30 days and counting!