Posted 12th July 2008 at 15:34 by naboo
Its Saturday morning, 8am. I should not be awake. The doorbell went, I was like a dog, jumping around, finding jeans, it was the postman and he always plays knock and run with my post. I got him this time though. My eyes were still all over the place, I'm still a lot hungover and I couldn't figure out where to sign.
What was this special delivery? My passport, from the Royal Thai Consulate, with stamp in it, and in tiny writing, so small my hungover eyes couldn't see it, those most...
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