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i have to go to walmart for mine which is the worst sort of sensory overload. the cashier didn't understand that people can write signatures differently and stood for a solid two minutes going between looking at me and my id card. sigh.
a nap sounds fantastic, actually. I'm off to go stare into the abyss and sell sushi, but I hope your day is awesome
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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