When It Rains, It Fucking Pours

Original Post Date - September 3, 2007

What a week.

It all started on Sunday night when I realized that my passport wasn't where I'd left it. You know when you have something that's really important, and you decide to get clever and put it in a place where you're BOUND to remember where it is? Have you ever had an occasion when you were too clever for your own good? The true genius in this manoeuver was that I had tucked my birth certificate into the passport thinking 'Sweet, with both of them together, I'll NEVER lose them! You're sooo smart, Black'. In any case, that would've left me 21 days to replace my birth certificate and my passport. I was in full out panic mode. I also found out that if you lose a passport that's still valid, you have to swear to a notary that you haven't done anything dodgy with the thing (ie: sell it to terrorists, or the like). So after freaking out for almost 30 hours without sleep of any sort, I ended up finding the damn thing 3 feet from where I'd hidden it in the first place. What a waste.. I'm taking medication for the ulcer still, the doctor said I was fine, but that I was also an idiot. I agree.

On top of that, we had to finalize the plans for the trip to the Great Barrier Reef.. kind of a mute point when I have no travel documents of any sort, but what the hell.. we've come this far, so.. We booked the flight, and found what appears to be a semi-respectable place to stay in Airlie Beach, QL, Oz. I'm super-excited.

As if that's not enough, I've decided to stiff out on my apartment and leave 2 weeks ahead of schedule due to the 'issue' of the plumbing (my toilet hasn't been able to flush for the past 3 weeks, and my landlord hasn't done a damn thing about it). That's all well and good, unfortunately, I can't move into the new place on account of the fact that there may be mold. What the fuck. So I had to cancel the big move, and after completely buckling under the weight of my own life, decided that the best move would be to bugger off up North for the weekend and get fall down drunk. Pretty cool, huh?

So where does that leave me? I'm leaving for Oz in 18 days and I still have to move apartments sometime before I go. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of shopping and preparations that I still have to make in order to be ready to leave the country.

I love my life. Wish me luck.