Jan 25, 2008 09:36
Private to Self
Being a professional recluse seems more and more inviting. Evie left. Went to Paris with an opportunity she swears she couldn't pass up. Not sure if I'll see her again. France has never been my favourite place.
I, however, have put my depression to good use and finished my exams. I now have my license for conveyancing. Not that I have done much with it, but I have it.
Now I need to start to work on getting off the damned Registry. Of course, given my father's status, and the legalities of Level 2, I've been told that it will be nearly impossible unless his status changes.
End Private
What good is the Registry if those of us who obey the law are consistently reminded that our behaviour doesn't matter, only our filial connections do?