Okay, if you’re like me, a trip to the DMV is hardly my idea of a good time.  Which is why I was kind of dreading going and getting my ND license.  The last time I went to the DMV, I spent over an hour waiting in line just to start the process of renewing, and then another half hour waiting to pay.  Granted, this was in Omaha, which has a couple hundred thousand more people than any town in North Dakota does.  Still, even when I went to the DMV in small town western Nebraska, it was not a pleasant experience.  That’s why today was such a pleasant change.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to go alone.  A very good friend needed to go there as well, so it was already less scary.  Turns out, there was no reason to be scared.  The DMV employees were really nice and pleasant to work with.  The process went so smoothly, I found myself wondering if I was in the right place.  Even the license is pretty.  Apart from my picture, that is.  Somehow I ended up with my pigtails out of the picture, so I’m just this big round head.  Plus, my eyes are half shut, so I look stoned.  However, I’ve yet to meet anyone who’s pleased with their license photo, so I’m not gonna let it bother me.

In other news, I’m being reminded just how much of a literal reader I am.  This Brit Lit class I’m taking isn’t my first lit class.  In fact, I’ve taken several lit classes, even though I wasn’t an english major then.  Granted, the last lit class I took was about eight years ago, but even then, I took everything literally.  A book is a book, a door is a door, a sword is a sword…you get the idea.  I guess I’m just going to have to work harder to see what the author may or may not have meant, but my teacher believes they meant.  If anyone has any advice I’d appreciate it, otherwise I’m just going to start assuming that everything in books is symbolic for something phallic.