I applied for a passport in Canoga Park last Friday when I was bored. (Canoga Park is a shithole, btw. But it was the closest walk-in place.) I don't really need a passport right now. But maybe I'm going somewhere and I just don't know it yet. Maybe Morocco or the Patagonian wastelands? Wouldn't that be nice.

Afterwards I saw Låt den rätte komma in again. Just because, okay?

Today I cleaned the floor without meaning to. I mean I was just doing this one corner and it got out of hand and I ended up doing the whole house, which is kind of awesome actually. Now there's one less thing eating at my soul.

In wand news™... I finally finished the last of the five boxes for the doesn't-come-with-a-box wands. Finished, as defined in these here parts, means finished and therefore affixed with the tan-colored seal thing. 

So now it's on to the next wand on the list: Bellatrix's. Another no-box as you can see =P More work, Yay! 

The plaque will have to go into storage with the twin's wands' display stand where it will no doubt be joined by more plaques and stands in the future. I should just trash the damned things but I might regret it later. You never know with the tides in my head. One day it's all about boxes, the next day it's nothing but wall displays and shit.
 
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