Here I am, at the bus stop, right on time, but I am not on the way to class.

That’s because the prof is sick, so class is canceled. I found out via email when I was almost ready to head off to class, and the moment I read it, I felt all the air go out of me.

And since then, I have been really depressed.

Just totally dragged out. I have never handled disappointment well and I hate sudden changes of plans and this was both. I was building up my energies towards going to class et al when somebody pulled the plug. Now I have a whole day’s worth of hours to fill and the thought of it sickens me.

Not that I have nothing to do. I have at least three homework assignments to work on. I have let them sneak up on me… Something yo avoid in the future.I will return to my intelligent habit of doing my honework as soon as I can, so it’s done and I don’t have to think about it any more, and I can take my time doing it without feeling rushed.

Procrastination is a disease. It makes life pointlessly worse. Better nip that in the bud.

So I know how I will fill all those hours. That is not really the problem.nbsp; The problem is that my day lost it’s tentpole, and left me in the dark under all this tent. To have my purposeful focus taken from me when I was almost ready to launch really hurts a guy like me.

But I’ll get over it. I am already beginning to feel excited about tackling all that homework. Let me at it, I’ll pulverize it.

I wish I could afford to drown (smother?) my sorrows with a meal at White Spot, but I can’t, quite. I only have around thirteen bucks, and even a consevatively ordered meal at White Spot costs fifteen.

And that doesn’t include the tip.

I suppose I could lower my sights and just get an order of fries and a drink. But meh.

Or I could stop in at the little sandwich shop in the Chinese mini mall near here. But also meh.

So I will just head on home and sit meself down in front of the computer with a giant cup of Diet Cokenbsp; and finish this blog entry then get cracking on all that homework I need to do.

Oh that’s right…. I haven’t told you why I am out and about yet, have I?

The boring story goes like this : in my seemingly endless quest to get government ID and hence be able to actually get on with my fucking life, I got Felicity to print off the requisite form for me to fill out and fax to the appropriate minister back home in the Island of Edward the Prince.

Then I figured out that you could actually do the whole thing online. They had just hidden that capacity three or four screens down on their “online services” page, hence my previous inability to find the fucking thing.

So, yippie, I don’t have to get Felicity to see if she can fax anything, and I can pay with my credit card, and everything is hunky dory. I borrowed $100 from Joe (this shit is expensive), put it on my card, then filled out the online form last Saturday, and submitted it.

Aaand the transaction didn’t go through. I had been worried that would happen. The total of my order was very close to the balance of the card, as I remembered it So I was nor surprised it was not quite enough.

I swear, though, I wasn’t off by more than a dollar.

So today, despite my having no class (ha), I had to go out and put a little more money on the card. It would have been no big deal if I had not been depressed. But depression classically makes everything harder. So it was not an easy thing to do, to go out and wait for the bus, go there, and make the deposit.

That’s why I made my way back slowly. I walked part of the way, but I made frequent stops. Basically, I would walk a block, find a place to sit, blog till I got my strength back, and then go on to the next block.

The last two blocks I covered by bus. What the hell, I have a bus pass, it’s not like it costs me anything.

The good news is that I just finished doing the whole online form for birth certificate thing and it went through just fine. Some time this week I should get that freaking birth certificate, and be able to get my BC Services With Photo (or whatever) card, and then be able to get a bank account, and then be able to receive my student loan, and get my student ID, and be able to use the printers at school, and all that good stuff.

So much time and effort and MONEY just to prove I am who I say I am. Where’s the trust? Where’s the… love?

Oh well, at least I got the process moving again today. By the this time next week, God willin’ and the crick don’t rise, I will have all that shit sorted and all this dreary drudgery will be behind me.

And hopefully, my math re the amount over tuition that I am getting is right, so I can pay Joe back, get myself a nice new tablet isn’t of the clunky and inadequate current model.

I mean, that thing came out in 2011. I didn’t know they even HAD computers way back then! (kidding, folks, relax!)

And maybe, just maybe, I will get some shoes that actually work for my big ol’ feet and my gravity-defying weight.

I might even order some of those really expensive ones made just for fat people.

Imagine a fat person actually being able to walk without pain! In the feet, anyhow.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.