I decided not to go in to work today because I felt like death when I woke up this morning. Not Death in the Terry Pratchett sense (DEATH WHO TALKS IN ALL CAPITALS) but death as in I wanted to drink NyQuil and sleep all day.

I realized shortly after making this decision that my license had expired and if I was going to renew it I'd damn well better do it today. So I did. There was a bit of a hassel about why I was going off the organ donor registry (I'm not eligible, and you'd think that wouldn't be a hard thing to understand) and about the vision test because the vision dealey kept moving while I was trying to squint at the ant-sized letters. Also, I didn't change any part of my physical description, so my weight and hair color are both sort of comically wrong, but I don't care. It was forty degrees in there, their machines weren't working correctly, and in true BMV form I managed to leave with a picture that makes me look drunk, fat and really lopsided in my 1984 style jean jacket. I blame the way I sat down and was startled by a troll doll they have above the shitty webcam they're using. It's definately a picture where I'm sort of obviously looking at something off to the side and it appears that I'm thinking "this is really stupid, also, my face looks even bigger than it did when I was on a much higher dose of steroids, how bizarre." It will go in the recesses of my purse to be dug out only when purchasing alcohol at places where I am unknown and for the occasional traffic stop, not that I'm planning on getting pulled over any time soon.

Now I will go crash with a book and some tea, and sleep for the rest of the day, knowing that at least if a cop knocks down my door my I.D. will be updated.