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Immigration delivered one last fuck-you to me - my PR card never arrived because someone never input my address. Didn't input it incorrectly: input it not at all. Despite the fact that they made me put it on every document. Every page of some, as I recall. The border agent advised me to immediately fax them a change of address (...to what it's always been) form. There was a phone number on the form too that she directed my attention to - I said I'd had no luck getting anyone on the CIC line ever, but she replied that this one was a special PR number. And then was silent a moment. Then said but they don't answer that one either so I'd better fax.

So no sleep study till who knows when. It's when I think of real immigrants with real health problems, not American me and trivial mine, that I've tended to want to punch select kidneys over the years. Mostly Harper's.

Well, my problem isn't trivial, I guess, but what can be done for it probably is.