My friends, I have very little to say on this day. I’m tapped out, spent, all creativity has been wrung out of me. I’ve been in Vevey since Sunday dealing with my old pal immigration. Somehow we managed to charm and cajole our estimated wait time for a residency permit from “anywhere from 1-3 months” to “we’ll try and have it ready by Friday.” I’d tell you how this miraculous feat was performed but I’m fuzzy on the legalities of the sexual promises that were made.

So cross whatever body part you can that by the end of the week the immigration application from hell…

will lead to a new life in heaven…

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