Barely Legal

So as of midnight tonight, my visa expires. We're in a mad scramble to get it renewed today. I've just gotten a letter from the Ministry of External Affairs stating that they don't have a problem with me renewing my visa from within the country, and now my mum and I have to go down to the Indian Visa office and beg them to do in a few hours what usually takes a couple days. Good GOD. I'm not entirely sure how I get myself into these troubles, but I must have been pretty nasty to some previous boyfriend to have this kind of karma. So rest assured all you slighted men - you've had your revenge.

The stress has been causing a plethora of strange dreams - be it building a homeless shelter with my friend Matt and the rapper Jay-Z (who proceded to fall in love with me.. of course... Damn you Beyonce.. he doesn't want that much junk in the trunk..), or running an Amazing Race with Bryan, wherein we were the two most cut throat competitors in history. I vaguely remember stealing a Vietnamese long boat. I'm not sure what it all means, other than I should probably stop eating chocolate before I go to bed, and stop brushing my teeth with local water.

Before I forget to mention, SEA, thank you for your wonderful offer. There is nothing that I miss or need too terribly, just that you offered was enough. Know also that if you want anything from here (and that goes for anyone) that it's so easy for me to send it to you. So please, don't hesitate to ask.

Alright lovelies, I'm going to get my mother and head to the visa office. (For some reason, in my mind, it really does deserve capitals.. Visa Office. It's some strange, forboding place that seems to loom so large.. Knowing India, it probably doesn't loom at all. ;-) Wish me luck!