State Revenue Service

I love the SRS. I do. I go there three+ times a year, and every time it still feels like the USSR. Wonderful.

- Here's the application, but you need the D-3 form with it.
- What.. form?
- DEEEEEEE!!!11!11!1!!!! THREEEEEEEE!!!1!!111!1!!! It's on the homepage.
- What is it for?
- Look it up on the Internet.
- Um...
- You have to hand it in with the application now.
- Now?
- Now.
- But... the Internet...
- Well, look it up on the Internet and HAND IT IN!!!

I shit you not, I had to go home to find the form D-3 on the Internet (doesn't say A WORD about it on the homepage, thank you, Google), print it out and go back to the customer service center.

I am truly a genius.

A quick-cake-genius. I'll die fat and happy.

failing asleep

My dreams have become more sensual, more kinesthetic recently. Before falling asleep I think about Severus, but I see others in my dreams. The nights I've seen him can be counted on my fingers. Four times in ten years, probably. I guess I am a hippo as concerns emotions.

I know it's too much of me...

...but this must be said. I'm dead because of living without singing for 1,5 weeks. I do my best at home, but I'm literally losing my mind. And I'm starting to rant about things, do silly shit and I'm losing grip. Incoherent and unreasonable.