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It's a sweet moment when you recognize someone who is like you, so I'm always a little jealous when Ash Wednesday rolls around.

That's really beside the point, though. The point is that I came home today to find a large envelope containing more medical forms than I am really comfortable looking at, requiring the signatures of no less than four medical professionals. Evidently, the Peace Corps is reviewing my fitness for placement.

I called the headquarters, because while it's nice to hear it implied, it would be kind of nice to know what they've decided I'm qualified for, or when I'm leaving, or, you know, where they're sending me.

Here is what I found out: I'm shipping out mid-to-late June. JUNE. This June, like, in three months June.

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............. a ha. Um. AhahaHAhaha!

Oh wow. I'm still not sure where exactly I'm going (DETAILS), but I can officially begin panicking any time I so desire.