critical condition

about a dozen different places on my hands and wrists are pulsing because of tiny scratches from the spaz-cat that lives in our bathroom.

my birth certificate came in the mail today. that means i can send it over to the passport agency and they will make a little passport for me and i will be able to leave the country. i imagine a passport as a key that will unlock the prison gates of domestic residence and i will be free to roam the world at my discretion! the day i receive my passport i will kiss it and spend the day ordering travel brochures to places i will never go.

le sigh. i dream so big and live so small.