What am I eating for lunch?

Go ahead. Ask. I know you want to.

I am eating macaroni and cheese that I brought from home in a cottage cheese container. Plastic container + plastic fork + plastic food = plastic lunch! Ugh.

However! I make good mac & cheese, and it is endurable. Why, you may wonder, am I subjecting myself to the horrors of plastic lunch? Good question! Because I am going to VEGAS soon, and spent all the money in my posession on beaurocracy. I hate you, beaurocracy. Big money-eater. *sticks tongue out in the malicious and not-at-all-sexy way* They made me renew my driver's license too. Jerks.

Somehow, I will endure the next twenty-four hours. This evening, I will definitely do laundry and pack the non-essentials, like all of my clothes except the ones I want to wear on Wednesday and the ones I want to wear on the plane. I *will* remember to pack pyjamas, because Ely, who I will be rooming with, is not in fact my gay boyfriend. She just plays one on the internets. I will also remember to send Ely her thingie of sooperseekritness that she asked me for.

And when twenty-four hours are up, I will go to the passport office and get my papers and then I will go back to work and be useless for four and a half hours more. And then I will go home, squee, write, frenzy, pack my backpack and try to sleep. That will be futile, that last one, but I'll try anyway. I will then stay up all night squeeing and trying not to die of excitement before my cab gets there. (I will have money by Thursday.)

*bounces*

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1. Nobody called from teh passport office to tell me that my application was rejected or had problems. THIS IS GOOD.

2. I have warned the people in my office who second-check my work that I'm, uh, a little hyper right now, and therefore they should check me double hard tomorrow and the next day. I can supervise them tomorrow, but not the next day, for I will be?

IN VEGAS. O.o