Chinese mob at the zoo

Well. last night I dreamt that I was at the zoo with my 6th grade class, checking out the seals, and some boy was painting the ocean waves as seen from underwater, looking up, which was neat. THen this chinese mob comes in and starts targeting people. I wander out of the bathroom, ignored for the moment, but when I try to casually leave the building, one man points a gun at me and walks me back in, where I sit down netxt to a friends as a woman searches through our stuff. For some reason I have loads of cash in my purse, be in in USD, Euros, Travelor's checks, my passport... Oodles and oodles of stuff you don't want to have in your purse when being robbed. I keep whispering, "please", hoping maybe the woman will be struck blind, but she sees the cash and...only takes the Euros (some €120). On purpose.

Why? Why would I want that? Why would I want bubblegum?*

I think I might as well do what I do with my real diary: start off with a quote.

I now have 4 of 6 applications sent, though all need for me to send financial forms, and some need CV's, personal statements, copies of stuff I'm sending them anyway, etc. sent to them.

I am now the proud owner of a mangled passport, until Thursday afternoon, day I'll be the proud owner of an electonic passport, fully equipped with the magical powers of allowing me to enter the USA without a VISA. Paranoid freaks.

Thursday morning, however, I'm off to fight with beurocracy for the right to have my BSc recognized. It's been over a bloody year. Hopefully this time it'll all be fixed (although I really have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, just following orders.)

It's bloody cold in this office. I just want to go home and peel the Capn Sparrow film of my ham and bacon pizza. (I am so totally licking it, too.)


* Once Upon a Time in Mexico**, Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands.

** For some reason, kinda keen on watching this film, though always thought it was a bit of a crap-film. Yet, how can I resist the pretty?