I'm Legal

A nice guy at Ira's church let me print out the document just now (it's on my email, Mums, if you ever need to access it). Now, it's off to the archives.

I didn't go home last night. I ended up sleeping on the loveseat in the kitchen of my old tutor. She and I met up about 8:30 PM, went grocery shopping and then to her house, where the computer guy finally showed up to fix her crashed laptop at 9:45 PM, then two girls from Finland arrived, and we sat around drinking tea and eating sweets until 1 AM. Whereupon it was bit too late, white nights or not, to go home alone.

Must scoot. All well. Got asked for directions again, in Russian, so I think I'm starting to blend--or at least appearing to know where I am.