alexpgp | Catch-22—sort of—only squared and cubed...

I was going to write about my, um, enlightening experience dealing with the Division of Motor Vehicles, but describing it all would be like reliving it, and who needs that? The short story is this: There seems to be no way to actually talk to a human there, and since the automated recordings emphatically and repeatedly stress how privacy is a concern and how DMV won't talk to you if you're not the citizen who needs to talk to someone (Galina's in New York, sans paperwork)... it's a little—frustrating, especially when one's case is not so clear cut (they want almost $100 to reinstate a suspended license that shouldn't have been suspended to begin with).

I am confident that we shall muddle through, however.

* * *In other news, in light of my work load over the past few days (and the fact that the fridge was about empty), I treated myself to a lunch "out" today. After I got back, via the grocery store, fatigue overcame me and so I lay down and napped in that hugely sub-optimal post-3-o'clock time slot, which I describe in that way because—if the past is any indicator—it pretty much means I'm not going to fall asleep until well after midnight tonight.

That's okay, since I have things I can be doing (and it's not as if the past 24 hours have been anything but normal, either).

Cheers...