My bank runs on *what*?
Oh, well. At least it’s Professional.
I’m sulking. I just wrote a ginormous check. After four months, I nurtured a sneaking hope the moving company had forgotten all about me and my Trans-Atlantic U-Haul Adventure. But no…they caught up with me at last. My cash, it melteth away.
And tomorrow, we drive up to London so’s I can get fingerprinted and biometrified for my ferriner’s license and national ID card. Another wodge of dough to The Man.
Sulking.
Sulking.
Drinking…
May 18, 2009 — 6:59 pm
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