The dmv and getting naked

Dude.

Finally got myself to the dmv to get my new license. its been x# of days since I came here so I figured its time to do that. Its just that every time I tried to go the line was around the block... just to get in! Then you have to get a number. Yes, like at the deli at the supermarket. Then you wait. You wait for a while. Its terrible. Thank goodness for my freakonomics podcasts. Super funny.

In any event the stuff I brought wasn't sufficient. Why? Cuz they wanted to know what my middle initial stood for. None of my stuff said it. Just the letter. My passport said it. And I thought it was in the car... where it was. Until about a week ago. So I had to leave and come back. That was yesterday, after my run at the boulder reservoir. This morning I came back. And got it done. Only 2.5 hours spent. Back home I remember spending like 30min? Anyway, now I gotta wait for them to send it to me in the mail.

My mail is all screwed up. "Why haven't I been getting mail?" Its been like x# of days already. I did all this stuff @ usps.com. and I chased down the mailman and TOLD HIM I live here. So maybe now ill start getting mail. So I can get my license.

I ruined my reeboks yesterday... at least until my next mud run. As a reward for getting my dmv experience done with I went and got the new balance minimus trail. They feel super sexy. If I were tougher id actually run barefoot. But since I'm not, these babies are the next best thing. I ran today and felt awesome. Now if only they could make clothes that made me feel naked.