I ran a few errands on Friday, first heading to the post office to mail my credit card bill (I needed to mail it overnight since I waited so long to pay it… sure, the $13+ hurts, but not nearly as much as late fees plus interest). After that, it was time to head out to the DMV for my driving record. It took a few phone calls last year for me to realize that I didn’t need to worry about a traffic ticket I picked up while going to college in Ohio, but given that my license was suspended for close to 2 ½ years… the bar exam people tend to wonder about that. (The suspension was because I was having epileptic seizures that led to blackouts—when you lose consciousness while driving… the DMV people tend to wonder about that.) Continue reading “Driving to the brink of disaster”
You are. And that is enough.
