Today I had an "appointment" at the police station to be fingerprinted for my permit to stay. I use "" because appointments here don't mean jack. I means, if you show up, you may or may not, be given your documents today. In fact, for me, it meant, "arrive at 8:45, wait 4 hours, and then leave because the system is down, and come back on Saturday." Unfortunately, I'm out of the country on Saturday, trying to find a fucking place to live. At 1:30, I decide to walk to the nearby mall and have some lunch and then catch the bus home. I get there only to find out, the fucking mall is closed on fucking monday for GODKNOWS what stupid reason, until 2pm. I wait, cause I'm hungry and it will take longer to get home. Finally go inside (yay McD;s!) eat, and realize it's begun pouring outside. I don't have an umbrella, and the bus stop is about a football field away. I call H to find out if he can pick me up on his way from work. When he says yes, I go to buy wine.
While shopping for wine, he calls and says he can't make it back in time, and I need to catch the bus. Finally get out there and get home (40 minutes on the bus and then 20 minute walk across town) and all I can think is, "Good fucking thing I have wine and a chocolate bunny." Both of which have been devoured.