I’ve taken a “mental health” weekend from WoW because I’ve been a bit of an emotional mess the past few days. The stress of it all is getting to me (not just WoW, obviously) and I needed some time to recharge and recover, so I talked to a few friends and took the weekend to relax. Of course, true to form I had a bit of a spaz attack tonight, but Stacy cheered me up, as she usually does:

[22:11] Stacy: MY NAME IS ANGELA! AND I AM FUCKING AMAZING UBERLEETSUPER SAUCE
[22:11] Stacy: so sayeth Stacy

I’m going in Monday for my passport. I had quite the adventure today when, thanks to my procrastination, I went in late to get my photos. I get to Superstore, tell them I need passport photos - but American ones, and the girl says “We don’t do American passport photos here; our camera doesn’t take a photo small enough for that.” Wait, what? I freaked out. It’s Saturday, my appointment is Monday, and you can’t get a passport without a photo. So instead of going to the gym, I hop in the car, drive over to the nearest Walmart and cross my fingers walking into the building. I walk down the front of the store, where I see customer service, the bathrooms, vision centre, and McDonalds. I say again: wait, what? Commence freak-out number two. I start to walk out the door when, thank goodness, the sign enters my peripheral vision and I sigh a huge sign of relief: Photo Studio. Of course, here’s the real test… do they do American passport photos? The girl answers back “Yep, the only ones we can’t do are British passports!” Cue the Hallelujah Chorus and angels with trumpets and sparkly things everywhere. THEY CAN TAKE MY PHOTO! Of course, the photo is terrible but really, function over fashion, people - I got it done! I head back to the gym, where I do a fairly small but rather tiring workout, and then go on home to barbecue some steak and veggies and spend the evening at home.