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It was nine o’clock on a Monday evening, and I was about to hit the roof.

First of all, I made the fatal mistake of switching on a wild game downtown while trying to weed through the increasingly annoying visa application process for the fourth day in a row. Things were starting to go a little bit like this…

Down five runs in the first.

Application options en Español.

Cardinals grand slam.

Google Translate.

Mis-matched required documents lists.

No, I’m not requesting to purchase property in Colombia…

Carlos Martinez unraveling before 40,000 plus.

Another medical evaluation next Tuesday.

Nachos and apple juice with Oxbear.

FBI clearance letter draft.

Fan running amuck on the field.

Crackers, get off my lap; you’re in the way.

Dirty dishes I don’t have time to wash right now.

More passport photos done tomorrow.

Chumpy young ballplayers who can’t wear their hats straight.

Police station out of fingerprint cards; reschedule for tomorrow.

Six years of adoption paperwork suddenly becoming very irritating.

Jason Motte in a Cubs uniform.

Shut laptop.

I hate online applications.

I hate Chicago.

The day hadn’t been all irritating though.

Episode 35 recorded, edited, uploaded. There’s stress relief for you. Puck had a successful day at school; came back to raid the Big House fridge for leftover reheated waffles and bacon…

“Here, Mom. Feel these waffles up against your face. They’re so warm!”

And anyway, by 9:45 I was over it, put a stop on the paperwork until Tuesday, and took in the rest of a ridiculous and somehow victorious game on the television.

Puck’s Monthly What-do-You-Want-to-be-When-You-Grow-Up Status:

“Scientist.”