i så fall

so i went to look at the normal residence permit forms, just preparatory to going to the police station tomorrow to ask whether they were what i needed to fill out, and happened to look at the residence permit printed in my passport, and discovered it expired yesterday.  yeah, way to give me a heart attack.  hopefully i won't actually be deported. 

in other news, we spent too much money at ikea.  i was anxious before we left--"about spending money," i told wax, who laughed and pooh-poohed my fear!  i was the one who was calmly sipping tea when we looked at the receipt later at her mother's house, while she lapsed into a stunned and rather shaky stupor.  (otoh, it came out of her salary.)

speaking of shaky stupors, i really hope i won't be deported.  i feel kinda like throwing up.  (the thing is--i can't actually read my residence permit, i just figured out the date when i suddenly focused on a line of tinytiny text that was actually numbers with a precise one-year span.  that ended yesterday.)  so um.  apoplexia told me so.  i really should have listened to him more closely. 

he was snuggling a miracle

in what universe is a good summary for a ficlet a sentence that describes something as "reassuring, comforting"? it's like saying summary:  his dick was little, small.

it looks like i won't be deported, but i've got to do some more running around for papers and stuff in another couple of days.