I may have made a terrible mistake.
Now those of you who know me and are reading this will need to go ahead and pick up your jaws off the floor. For those of you don't, allow me to clarify: I don't make mistakes. There may be extraordinarily awkward and troublesome consequences to my actions, but do not be deceived, those actions are not mistakes. Entire populations may wail and perish as a result of my unplanned and careless wandering, but there were no mistakes. The doctor says this ointment will deal with that rash and I am a little hazy on her name, but it wasn't a mistake. These are all just interesting side plots in the film noir of my life.
However, this time I may have, well... goofed.
I used the United States Postal Service to send some necessary documents to the ROK.
It will take 7 days.
7 days? Really? I'm fairly certain I could hitchhike and stowaway my way there in less. Sure I run the risk of ending up in 7 pieces by the side of the road or being kidnapped by Singaporean pirates and sold as a sex slave in Myanmar. I am very pretty after all. Damn my rugged David Tennant good looks. Anywho, I'm not sure FedEx would have been any quicker, but I was too lazy to go find out. Hopefully No One steals my job before it all gets there.
See you on the Dark Side
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