Plain idiocy...

It's official! I'm a tool. This is my third pilgrimage to the cyber cafe to refill the bloody EVAF form. It seems that I'm incapable of filling out a relatively simple form. Or perhaps it's plain paranoia. Maybe I can get past the bureaucracy with my botched forms but the thought of dealing with the American Embassy makes me slightly more neurotic. I sincerely doubt that they'll put my application under a microscope for a scrutiny. My mother portended bleakly that more troubles lie ahead of my application process. I'll be damned!

Fingers crossed, knock on the wood and all that jazz for this one to fall through. I don't want to brave another unholy visit to the Internet cafe.

The Countdown!

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
To... Oh, never mind that.

So many things are ending rather soon.
My stay at home, my current love (work), and hopefully my US visa app.

Trust me, there's no specific emotion I'm able to express now. It's all a muddled cocktail.