passport

The one where our heroine complains about traffic circles, post offices that aren’t post offices, and gets shunned by the comic book guy.

More cleaning, more sorting, and eventually I’ll get my shit together.

I swear to fucking god, the universe won’t let me have my birth certificate. I was so chuffed discovering I can print the passport application form at work. It was perfect, I’d go to the Warhammer store and hit the post office on the way tomorrow. And just like every other time I need my…