busyRan down to the photography place to get my photos taken before the place closed. Result: not too terribly horrific. I think they're better than my last passport, though to the untrained eye I look exactly the same, albeit a little tidier. I certainly haven't aged, visibly. o.O My old passport is at my parents' house, so I can't really compare. I don't look like a drug dealer. I consider this a positive point. Although due to the new rule that forbids you from smiling, I do look rather stressed-out and possibly on my way to find one. Dentist tomorrow, so I have to finish the application tonight in order that she may sign it in the morning. And I will have to go to Surrey to drop the bloody thing off. (
dianahobart? Is Monday a good day to do both? Surrey and then back up the Skytrain line to Pacific Central and the bus depot?)On a related matter: I have to go to the dentist, tomorrow, at nine in the morning. I must have done something to deserve this. I shall have to plant flowers or something to even out my kharma.
