Versing Red

It is my fault. I am a monochromatic type of person who consciously or unconsciously have a color of the day (mostly unconscious). Some nights ago I am a sight of the bull to behold, in my magenta jammies reading the same book hue and using the same carmine bookmark. No color combination, I wouldn't likely last a day walking out on the street.


Just shoot me.


o0o

Call me legal and get me a ticket to fly home. I just got my gc (ah, my alien immunity, the magic word in a foreigners' world) and the red letter stamp of approval. Interview was not so rough but the interviewer mistook D as the one applying for the resident status. That definitely worked in our advantage, because once realizing the mistake, said interviewer melted the i-am-your-savior facade and warmed up to us, even suggesting that I am the 'general' of D. Sounds like coffee to my ears, but bottom line: next year or job willing, I get to see some missing family members.