You’ve all read my emotional scarring episode when I wanted to collect my passport last week. (Just a note, I know you didn’t all read it, I checked my stats. Remember, Big Brother is watching. All the time.) I have since faced my demons again and returned to the hall of terror twice. I finally got my passport on the third try. But it didn’t come cheap. I’m still receiving hypnotherapy and electric shock treatment to try and forget the torture I had to endure.
Unfortunately I live tweeted my whole experience. Now I will be able to relive those disturbing moments forever. Or at least until the Internet is full or crashes, whichever comes first. I decided to share my tweets with those of you who haven’t decided to follow me on Twitter. Am I not the nicest guy?
As a final note, I would like to thank Twitter for their platform, my mobile network reception and my smartphone’s battery for not dying on me. The combination of these three little things kept me from going totally bonkers yesterday. It could have been a massacre but alas, there is no blood spatter on my passport.
My new passport.