Every wednesday morning, the plan is the same; go to the US consolate, get my passport. Never does it happen! This morning I was dreaming about this scary guy whom I saw on television last night, an Ultimate Fighting Champion. I remember in the dream I kept screaming at the top of my lungs because this man was touching me and he was wearing a spandex unitard. Wednesday mornings are really the only opportunity that I have to get to the consulate's office, they are open 8am to 12pm, highly inconvenient for me. I [think] I lost my passport well over a year ago, more like two years ago on a trip to Seattle. I didn't realize I had lost it till about a year later when I moved to Canada. So I have been carrying around the only copy of my birth certificate as a means of official citizenship documentation, though I fear I will one day lose that as well. I am also hearing that US immigration is getting tougher in identification when entering the country, so I should get this information sorted out before I try to enter the states one day and find they won't let me in for lack of a real passport.
I really am the worst procrastinator ever, "Oh I will go tomorrow." "It can wait till next wednesday." "It is OK that I sleep in a couple more hours so I can dream about ugly fighting men, my responsibilities as an adult and student can wait till after the dream is over." I was supposed to go to the gym an hour ago, but no, getting online and writing in my web log is far more important than my health.