So, today was one of those days where being a tumor on the couch just was not alright. I woke up, checked my email and facebook while the TV did it's thing in the background, had coffee, put toast in the toaster, took a shower, got dressed, blow dried my hair, did something else, realized I was hungry, found the dry pathetic toast still waiting in the toaster, ate it and left the building.

With no real aim, I drove to the center of town (one street over, it's a small town) and went to two stores to ask about adjustable dressforms. Went to the library, got a Canadian library card and checked out a history book. Went to an employment office where they refered me to Immigration. I declined. Don't want to risk deportation. Seriously, it's one of my biggest fears right now.

I'm chatting it up with two guys I've known since forever. I'm talking preschool. One just graduated from a military school and can speak farsi. Another is looking into the coast guard. He's married and has a baby boy. The first mentioned another kid I know. He works in NYC as a legal assistant, Princeton grad. F my life. I'm practically an illegal alien