Identity Lost

I'm so pissed off with myself, feel so stoopid.

Saturday, I came back from a great day with friends in La Ciotat (near Marseilles). I had been to the beach, to the calanques, tried my new gadget (the wrist GPS to geotag my photos). All in all it had been a great day. Until I arrived to Paris. I got off the train, went home, only to find out I had forgotten my (very manly) handbag in the train with my wallet and all that goes in it, including my residence permit.

Sunday, after trying to get it back from the f***ing French railway company and having to hear stuff like "If it was so important to you then you shouldn't have lost it", I went to the police to declare the loss. Luckily my passport wasn't in the bag and I could use it to identify myself at the police station. I then ran off with some friends outside Paris to have a stroll in the woods and take some pictures.

Monday, I woke up too late to go the Chinese embassy to get my visa for my September vacation. I left home without taking a shower to gain some time, put some perfume on to avoid getting my visa refused for foul smell. Got to the embassy only to find out that my passport isn't with me. I backtracked to the scooter and it wasn't there, went back home to check if I left it at home. Nothing. I had lost another piece of documentation, shit! Only one left. Now I have to pay 100€ at my consulate to get an urgent passport and try to get my visa on time.

I felt so fucking stupid that I cried... Yes, I am a man, and I cried, first time in decades. Not even when my girlfriend left me for that Sicilian bastard but now I just had to cry.