BMV

I spent four hours and six hundred dollars at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles today, leaving with a piece of colorful paper, some painted metal, and a driver's licence that expires not only before I plan on moving out of Ohio, but also four years earlier than the licence I posessed when I woke up this morning. "I feel like I just made out with a meteor shower." And there's nothing like that look after the eye exam (taken after I've confirmed that I have to wear corrective lenses) and the lady asks, that was without corrective lenses? No, no no, I'm wearing contacts. Oh. Yes, that's the look, that one right there—worth every penny.

I am also now a registered voter of Franklin County, Ohio—the only free of charge accomplishment of the day.