Last night at the usual time, (around 11:30pm), I began freaking out about the due date for handing in my application to the writing program. Which was on Tuesday. I thought.
Finally, forced to act by the constant freaking, I began rooting through a pile of forms to review the list of stuff I'd never be able to get in, and the due date I'd never be able to meet, March 1st. And guess what? I have this thing where I get March confused with April, apparently, because it's due a month from tomorrow. Ha-ha-ha. God.
I still, however, have to finish a rewrite tomorrow night, and have my latest piece-o'-dung massacred in class on Wednesday. So the freaking hasn't entirely abated, just slowed.
I went to work today for the first time in what feels like weeks and Ivy kept saying my name. Claa-ah. Clee-ah. She feel asleep on me, too. SCORE. And then Shannon came home and paid me, and gave me a raise!? Which was entirely unexpected, and it made me very thrilled and bug-eyed. So I went to get a crepe and a latte on South Granville, and I got a parking ticket for letting the meter run out while I puttered around in Paper Haus. But I just laughed and set the ticket on fire. Because the law cannot touch me now.
I'd better pay that thing now, though, before I forget.
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I like the thought of you burning things.
Did you get the crepe from that crepe chain? Do they make good ones? I want something taaasty! I wanted something taaaasty tonight and I had to settle for ochazuke with rotten tofu and egg that refused to cook. I spent the last five minutes of my meal picking eggsnot out of my bowl.
Congratulations on the raise!
If you don't pay immediately, they send you a reminder. And then another, but this time, the fine has doubled. And then they sick the Queen on your deliquent ass. Really. They say that Her Majesty SUMMONS (they use caps) you to appear in court on such and such a day. What they don't tell you is that if you just pay the damn ticket, she'll call it square.
I went to "Cafe Crepe", yeah. The crepes there are tasty good, in my opinion, but I don't know much about crepes.
I always pay tickets online. It would be so awful to have to go somewhere downtown, and face somebody to pay them. God bless our internets.
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