In which I am disgusted with myself (lol), the horrifying trials of visa applications, and how I've grown up quite a lot, actually Par for the course, you haven't heard from me in a while. "A while" in the sense that it's been so long, it feels strange addressing a — let's face it — void as a "you." The last time I was here, I'd moved into a newer new place after being kicked out, unceremoniously, from what was meant to be the new place. We moved out of the house in Bow, because Laura just decided she was moving back to Zürich and I wanted a new room with no carpet. Anyway, a lot has happened since then. Obviously. I want to say that I've had no time to write here because I had been working full-time¹ but we all know Heather B. Armstrong, aka Dooce.com, got fired for blogging about work and co-workers, so, well... you can blog while working. I just did not. I mean, what left is there to say…