Bureaucracy

Ah, my friends. Maybe. Yes, it is I, Murphy. Have I got a story for you.

My name is no coincidence. Everybody calls me Murphy because bad things happen to me. Sometimes it's totally my fault-- my decision-making skills are not the best, which I believe is partially blameable on depression and partially on a definite lack of self-control. Sometimes it totally fucking isn't.

Regardless of why the bad things happen, they do, a lot, to me.

For example. A couple days before I was supposed to leave, my car was broken into in downtown Spokane--my purse was stolen, and along with it, my passport (as well as most of my other ID cards). Now, I'll definitely take some of this blame--I left my purse in my car, obviously. Ironically, because I didn't want it to get stolen at the bar where I went to specifically go dancing. And I had the passport in my bag so I wouldn't lose it--I was only a couple days out from leaving. But still, shit got stolen.

So I languished in Spokane to await the replacement. And now here we are, about a month and a half later, with a new date and a new ticket.