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it's very strange to look back in time five years and see what I ranted about then. Name That Con. Work. My business class, which I never did finish because I fucking hate business.

St. Louis fandom.

I'm sure I didn't say half of what I thought on that subject, even here.

I was a lot less humble, too. I was particularly arrogant about my writing ability against the local fan group. The ego is still there, but I keep drowning it, thank god.

Not that I'm particularly nice. I think I'm simply more comfortable in my own skin.

Of course, I also just mainlined all of Reboot season three.

Hrm. Sprites.

Mouse/Dot is my otp.

*headdesk*

Dear Social Security Card,

I know, you've hidden yourself for fear of being lost amongst the morass of unpaid bills and legal letters from companies that just want my money. I know that you think yourself quite cute for this action, because at least, wherever you are, you are safe from being burned.

Please understand that I hold you in the highest regard, but if I do not find you, I will not be pleased.

For, you see, SSC, I need you so that I can be registered tomorrow with a temp agency. So that, hopefully, I earn money, and can get paid. Which will eventually take care of some of those bills you're hiding from.

No love,

Lyssie.

ps. Anyone looking to move to Milwaukee?

I am packrat #32

Seriously.

I tore my room apart, I tore through every box of accumulated bills and crap. No dice.

So, there I am. Sitting on the floor, my back to the side of the couch, and the cat in my arms. And I'm staring at the Castle of Lions, which sits on the bar and has action figures hanging off of it. And it hits me. I once stored the Bowie tickets in the Castle, and maybe that's where I put my ssc.

I eventually let the cat go. She's snuggly, but not happy being cuddled.

Wandering over to the bar produces two things: a need to dust, and me poking at the Castle. First poke produces nothing except Glitchbob. Tilting my head, I spot paper in the main computer section and end up standing on tiptoes to reach through one of the side panels... Bingo.

Card is now esconced in my wallet, and after my interview/etc, I will be handing it over to Timey's lockbox.

So. No need to get a new one, AND, I have an interview. And hair dye. Need a uniform color rather than three. Mwahah.