Man... what a stellar day. I woke up with a splitting hang over (thaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaanks American Honey - Wild Turkey), got that situated, and ventured off to get a passport. I had my paperwork in hand, but and I am in line behind some other 311 Cruise qualifier, who is behind a screaming child and two really snooty/snotty parents. They were getting a passport for their child and were freaking out that it couldn't happen right then! Ugh.

As I gawk around the postoffice I notice the sign that says "this facility is by appointment only". Fuck... oh well.. not much I can do now, but I have questions. I politely wait my turn and explain to Robert that I don't have an appointment, I will call for one, but I wanted to make sure my paperwork was in order. He looks around and asks if I am qualified for the cruise. I say indeed I am and it turns out so is he! He checks his appointment book and decides that he can squeeze me in! What a brother from another mother! Alas I didn't have my check book (damn you State Department!), but he let me jet home to get it. A quick speed trip home and back and I fork over my cash. What a bad ass! Robert was busy sorting crap when I got back (and some other old guy was working the passport desk), but Robert swung by and got my check with my paper work! Hell I don't care if I win this contest now as long as Robert wins. Mid air high-five! (no homo).

Now to go write some more php, javascript, and get this bad ass idea down for an upgrade to my site.

For the record it seems that once I get past thirty minutes out of bed with a hang over I am usually on a really up beat and peppy mode of life. I am not sure if that is the proper way to treat a hang over and I may have to consult a physician. Pffsst.. like I would go to a doctor... they are the lamest... especially eye doctors... Tots fist bump you baby-daddy-up-in-michigan!