Burn, Time, Burn

As Muse sang, time is running out.

I have two weeks.

in which, I have to sell my soul to a rich relative, relocate, pack, move and basically start from scratch.

In a way, I hate that I can't get an EU passport. Really hate it. Makes life difficult for myself.
Maybe, if I throw myself at Gordon Browns feet and plead my sorry ass case to him and convince him that without my EU passport, the world would be a much more pathetic place, he might heed and take pity on me before promptly deporting my ass back to SA.

On the bright side. Had an awesome dream last night: Gerard Way, Jensen Ackles 'n me. nuff said.