So there was this meeting last Sunday. It went so badly that I basically lost my patience, and used the "I need to go to the washroom" excuse to temporarily get out of it (of course I did need to use the washroom, but that's not important). This is another sign that I shouldn't be doing this, and thankfully I won't be doing this again! Woohoo!

I'm slightly worried that the insurance thing hasn't arrived in the mail yet...

Back down to the vortex of sinfulness. Sigh...