Okay, I’ve put together a huge folder containing all kinds of stuff — birth certificates, death certificates, bank statements, stock trading records, and credit cards.  I’ve mapped out which places I’ll be visiting that are all in midtown Manhattan, and I’ll be spending several hours tomorrow acting like a grownup.  Which kind of sucks, but it needs to be done.

On the plus side, I can do my lunch and dinner shopping downtown and treat myself to some nice things that will boost my morale afterwards.  Because nothing says “I’m a grownup who can deal with real and depressing stuff like a mature human being” like fancy donuts and fancy sandwiches.

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