the dishwasher is loud at night

The rest of work passed a little faster, and we went to the grocery store afterwards. I don't think I've ever spent so much in one trip. ($128) But no we have lots of meats and vegetables, pastas, juices, cleaning products and allergy medicine. Hopefully we won't have to go to the store again for quite some time.

The quiche is almost finished. Yay quiche.

the DPS office is its own level of hell

I braved the horrors of the DPS office to get a new drivers license. The waiting was grueling, a large room with a television blaring Fox talk shows and plastic chairs locked together in rows. The crowd could have been cast in any number of movies. Cowgirl in an embroidered shirt and boots with a fringed purse, single mother in hipster pants chasing a toddler around, a couple large Hispanic family units, a father with his teenage daughter, shrieking child running up and down the length of the room, twenty year old guy with too much gel in his hair trying to pick up girls, belligerent older woman repeating the same questions over and over while waving a her hands around, two guys in leather jackets having a heated but quiet conversation... all under the tyranny of the board on the wall announcing numbers. When they saw 14 minute wait, they really mean 45 minutes.

But the man behind the counter was friendly and fast. I'll have a new picture on my license for the first time in ages. The one I have now was two pairs of glasses ago and before I started coloring my hair black. Still have the acne, though. But there's a new last name on that piece of ID, and that feels good.

go away girl

It's 80s night on the PA! While there are sometimes dreadful songs we didn't need to hear, there's more than enough good, weird stuff to make up for it. Synthesizer noises and keyboards, and you can't go wrong with that.

I miss my cds horribly. I always had something on in the background while I was writing, and I had become so used to that simple thing it feels almost impossible to work now. I wonder if I'll ever find that Gwen Mars cd again. I won it off the radio when I was 15, in the summer.

This is the first time in many years I haven't dreaded this paticular anniversary. It doesn't hurt like it used to hurt, and I think that's a good sign.

Alan made us fettucine with poblano parmesan sauce, yellow bell pepper and chicken baked with a touch of raspberry chipotle sauce.