This arrived today! Perhaps because the story behind it was Freshly Pressed! Thank you, WordPress and everyone who wished my passport safe travels! And the photo looks less like Marlon Brando than originally thought.
There are nine days until my 30th birthday. In light of these single digit days, I have revamped my 29 list: Call Embassy if passport doesn't appear. Write blog posts that aren't lists. Outline new projects. Read my 20th book of the year, and possibly more. Pop my ear. My cold from last week has … Continue reading Nine To Thirty
A few weeks ago, Sarge and I were at the post office before most people are awake on a Saturday morning. ‘Nobody’s here,’ he said. ‘Everyone’s in bed. It’s 9.03 in the morning.’ We were dropping off my passport renewal form before boarding a train to Glasgow for the weekend. I checked the envelope for … Continue reading Dude, Where’s My Passport?
I've never been a good stuffed up person. I've never liked taking naps, ask my parents. The last time I slept during the during the day, I'd had all my wisdom teeth out the day before. Last week, my body was gearing up for my annual cold, and this week it has lashed out. While … Continue reading How To Have A Really Bad Cold
This is the text of an actual text I just sent to my second-oldest friend. I believe it speaks for itself: 'Looking forward to tomorrow. I love my life, but 30 just hit me. Please bring white wine.'
Last April, I condensed my list of Things To Do Before I'm 30 into 29 Resulotions. Number 10a and 10b on that 16 item list goes something like this: Read all the books I've left unread/people have thrown at me. Not buy another book for myself until the above item is checked off. (Except The … Continue reading Shopping On My Shelves