Today was passport day, of which it soon became birth certificate day. Apparently you need your original birth certificate or a certified copy just to get a passport. So before I even apply to get my passport I have to go through hoops just to get a birth certificate. I have a feeling I am not going to get it. It is weird being born in the town of Virginia, the county of St.Louis and the state of Minnesota. For one, Virginia is a state and St. Louis is a town in Missouri. To top it off my parents didn't even live in Virginia,MN. They lived in Hoyt Lakes. Growing up I could never figure it all out. I thought I was born on a lake. I remember telling some kids I had no idea where I was born and they thought I was adopted. I milked their sympathy for a while and then told em it was somewhere in Minnesota. I think I still got sympathy. I am giving 75% odds that I will get everything taken care of before I go to the Czech Republic.(I suppose if I don't I won't go) Also, Minnesota requires a notarized letter saying I am who I say I am. I can see how that would work except for the notary didn't even see my driver's license, he just wanted the number. I could've been Billy Bob and taken someone else's identity. If you want to know how to do it just ask for a birth certificate from another state. However, they do have to mail the certificate somewhere so I guess they could catch you. In other news, tomorrow will be "yearly checkup day". I like springing things on the doc to keep him on his toes. That cyst thing was last time. I suppose I could've lived with it, but it is good to get things taken care of. Even minor things. Everyone seems to think I need to take blood pressure medicine again. I am one of those "borderline" guys that is at risk for a heart attack. Well, if I do keel over I want you all to know this, you need a birth certificate to get a passport.

Thought of the Day
"I happen to dress based on mood."
"But you essentially wear the same thing all the time."
"Seemingly, but within that basic framework there are many subtle variations only discernible to an acute observer that reflect the many moods, the many shades, the many sides of George Costanza."
"And what mood is this?"
"This is morning mist."
- George and Jerry, in "The Trip"