Monday, February 10, 2003

Everything got fucked up. I’m supposed to be on my way to Toronto. The airline turned me away at the counter since I didn’t have my birth certificate. “Your papers, please.” I ran around all morning trying to make this happen. My father is sending the papers to me and I hope to be on the way tomorrow.
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