Good morning... gotta get my shit together and go lay siege to the DHS today.

Fortify, little soldier

go fight wIN

I managed to get gas AND a Raile-style PSL from the Sbux I used to work at!

DHS opens in 15 minutes. I have all my paperwork AND a physical copy of the letter declaring my appointment yesterday, mostly because I'm full of spite.

Kick their asses and ram your spite down their throats.

what's Raile style, totally black with a distant dream of psl syrup?

Sounds like a quintuple espresso with a pump of syrup.

Quad grande with one pump of PSL (but I still add the whipped cream because Sbux's whip is so fucking good.)

Meanwhile, every single person so far has raised their eyebrows at this piece of paper and passed me onto someone else.

I still haven't seen the specialist who scheduled this appointment, the one I'm supposed to be dealing with.

what a tool

Waiting room purgatory. I say "room" but it's like 4 rows of chairs smack in the middle of the office so there's nothing shutting out any sounds anywhere

holy hell.

kick their asses!