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Praise all the ghosts and powers that be, I have a new passport. We went in on Monday, the clerk we talked to said, "No problem!", and the Stroppy One picked it up today. The Stroppy One was also the one who figured out what paperwork I needed and dealt with it before the appointment, because I had no brain and wasn't capable of thinking.

It was a damn good thing he took care of all that and was with me at the appointment, because when it came time to talk to the nice clerk on Monday, I ... locked up. My brain completely went to static, I stared blankly at the clerk, and I couldn't talk. I don't think I've ever had a panic attack that fast or that severe. I don't ever want to again.

I have hit the stage of detachment and/or numb amusement about Friday's deadline. I have officially stopped writing new content, and am only ("only", ha!) reviewing existing content against the UI and making edits. I publish the deadline version of my content on Thursday night, spend Friday morning waiting for any last-minute nonsense, and then get on a plane Friday evening. I'd like my life to be a little more rock star, thank you?