And yes, that may be just a little exaggerated, but that's how I feel.
Today I set out to get my car registered and to obtain a Utah license. I even shaved for the occasion. Go me. Oh, and I got a hair cut yesterday. So really, I look about as pretty as I can for the dreaded license photo.
Well, I got the car registered, and it went very smoothly. Go registration people.
Then I went to get my license, and my day got shot straight to hell. Apparently, to get a Utah license again I have to go to the Orem office, take a written exam, and provide two things that show my Utah address. So, now I have to wait until I get something mailed to me that proves I have a Utah address. And that stinking written test.
It doesn't help that I was a little depressed already prior to today. I was getting better, but now I don't think I am.
I tend to discover new things about myself in the books I read, the music to which I listen, and the movies and tv shows I watch. I'm going to discuss these discoveries here. I may occasionally deviate from this plan, but that's my choice, right?