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lizbeeI'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be on the train, heading out to Broadmeadows to exchange my Queensland learners permit for a Victorian one. So that I can get my passport, because the Queensland proof of age card is not considered valid ID for passport purposes.
Only, at the very last minute I realised that (a) I needed my birth certificate, and (b) I can't find it.
So I had to call up and cancel the appointment, and the next available one is in a MONTH, and that's more time I have to put off my passport application, and in the meantime I need to tear my room apart looking for my birth certificate. Which should be around! Because I only got it last year (on account of how extracts, which was all my parents were given at the time of my birth are no longer valid ID either), and then I had to make all these applications for security clearances at work. So where is it? (I checked my desk at work! I know I did!)
So NOW I feel like a big, cranky failure. And so I want to go around the internet and tell people that their stupid ideas are stupid. Like a well-known fat activist blog that was talking about how rheumatoid arthritis is seen more in slim people than overweight, and I was like, YES, BECAUSE ONE OF THE FIRST EFFECTS OF THE DISEASE IS WEIGHT LOSS AND MALNUTRITION, AND ALSO, FUCK YOU. (I believe the pattern is for dramatic weight loss followed by gain due to lessening of activity, and also the preventative drugs. Looking back, that may have happened with me, although it's hard to tell since I came out of remission right around the same time I had appendicitis and didn't eat for three weeks.)
I expect I shall be seeking procrastinatory activity while I turn my room upside down in search of my birth certificate (and, not coincidentally, assemble my new Ikea bedhead/bookshelf and reorganise all my stuff into neat boxes), so if anyone wants a CRANKY OPINION, now is the time to ask. I shall endeavour not to bite heads off.
ETA: BIRTH CERTIFICATE! NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN!
Only, at the very last minute I realised that (a) I needed my birth certificate, and (b) I can't find it.
So I had to call up and cancel the appointment, and the next available one is in a MONTH, and that's more time I have to put off my passport application, and in the meantime I need to tear my room apart looking for my birth certificate. Which should be around! Because I only got it last year (on account of how extracts, which was all my parents were given at the time of my birth are no longer valid ID either), and then I had to make all these applications for security clearances at work. So where is it? (I checked my desk at work! I know I did!)
So NOW I feel like a big, cranky failure. And so I want to go around the internet and tell people that their stupid ideas are stupid. Like a well-known fat activist blog that was talking about how rheumatoid arthritis is seen more in slim people than overweight, and I was like, YES, BECAUSE ONE OF THE FIRST EFFECTS OF THE DISEASE IS WEIGHT LOSS AND MALNUTRITION, AND ALSO, FUCK YOU. (I believe the pattern is for dramatic weight loss followed by gain due to lessening of activity, and also the preventative drugs. Looking back, that may have happened with me, although it's hard to tell since I came out of remission right around the same time I had appendicitis and didn't eat for three weeks.)
I expect I shall be seeking procrastinatory activity while I turn my room upside down in search of my birth certificate (and, not coincidentally, assemble my new Ikea bedhead/bookshelf and reorganise all my stuff into neat boxes), so if anyone wants a CRANKY OPINION, now is the time to ask. I shall endeavour not to bite heads off.
ETA: BIRTH CERTIFICATE! NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN!
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Date: 2012-02-29 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-29 08:44 pm (UTC)Not allowed to kill them either, even the really annoying one. REALLY ANNOYING.