<p>There are many words I could say about bureaucracy, but I’ll withold them in favor of not getting labeled a terrorist.</p>
<p>Looks like I won’t be able to go to Korea, thanks to some major fuckups at the Chicago passport processing office. There’s a very slight chance that I could push my date of arrival back and get there the day of the festival, but singing for an hour and a half immediately after getting off of an 18 hour flight is less than appealing.</p>
<p>Later: I typed the above, and got so frustrated, I just left it there, not deleting of hitting submit. Oh well. Life was made a good deal better this evening with furries. Particularly german shepards and lions, both of which are quite awesome. It was after Muke’s, at Alley Cat, that cheered me up the most, what with <em>gasp</em> actually getting to sit on someone’s lap for a change (hard to do when you’re 6‘2”), and Fuchs, Bel, and I crashed for a while on the beanbag. The simple physical attention made it quite easy to put my predicament in context with, you know, reality. Anyhoo, I kinda miss it, now that I’m home, simply because my body’s doing weird things; for instance, it feels as if I’m leaning back against someone breathing - even when I hold my breath, the pulse continues. Also, it feels like I’ve got someone’s arms draped over my shoulders. It’s kinda cool, kinda loneliness-inducing. Whatever, I’m content.</p>
<p>I think once school starts, I’ll stop sounding like such a simple-minded sod and either stop writing, or start writing something with substance. Maybe</p>
