so my emailing and blogging has been limited to stolen moments on stolen internet in various cafes. this'll be quickly written and riddled with typos and half-thought thoughts.
some things...
POUNDLAND (ie. the uk dollar store) = my new great love.
today, i finally braved the school library. meaning: i walked through the doors, figured out how to swipe my card, walked inside, was COMPLETELY overwhelmed, and left. i do not like libraries. they confuse me. all the numbers and systems when all i need is a shelf that reads 'everything you need to write about jackie.' sadly, no such shelf exists and so i work up my courage only to be overwhelmed. tomorrow, i'm going back. i am committed to making it past the foyer this time.
there are no drawers in my flat. excepting the vegetable/fruit drawer in the fridge, which- let's be honest- doesn't really count because it's not like i can keep all of my important papers in there.
i have so many important papers.
more important papers than i can remember ever having had at any other point in my life.
my passport. the loan letter regarding my funds. the letter from the school saying i am enrolled. the letter from the school attesting to my address. the letter from the NHS noting that i have insurance. the letter from the jobs bureau declaring that i can be employed.
scratch that. maybe it's not so much that i have so many papers as that i have so many numbers. an SSN. a passport number. a visa number. a student number. a library barcode. a barclays membership number. an NHS number. a national insurance number.
numbers and letters. lots.
lest that read as a complaint, i should clarify that the letters i'm whining about are official letters. unofficial letters are lovely.
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