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the second hand unwinds
Jan. 3rd, 2008 11:29 amI woke up at my old alarm time this morning. How quickly that becomes painful when you get used to sleeping a bit later. My grandmother gave me a Victoria's Secret card and the in-store sales started this morning. Unfortunately, the nearest store is in the Domain shopping center. The Domain is packed with stores like Michael Kors (am I the only person who hates his clothes?), Sur La Table, Tiffany and Louis Vuitton. I'm not sure I could go there during regular hours when all the rich people are around. Luckily it wasn't too busy when I got in, so I was able to snag a half dozen bras, a couple pairs of underwear, a new bathrobe and some of that fancy underwear/nightgown stuff you only wear so someone else takes it off you. Oh, and two tubes of super awesome mint lip gloss.
Then it was off to the county tax office for the filing of the marriage license. That went very quickly, as there was almost no one there when I arrived. The clerk even told me there was a new Social Security office up north, so I didn't have to drive downtown. It's a beautiful office, probably the nicest government office I've seen in ages. It's located in the sketchy part of town I used to live in, east of 35 and north of 290. I waited an hour in there, listening to at least a half dozen crying infants and counting prison tattoos. After all that, I couldn't bear the thought of spending another hour waiting at the DMV to update my license. That will have to wait til tomorrow at least.
Foolishly, I accomplished all these things sans cafe. My head aches wickedly and I'm looking forward to lying on the sofa with a big cup of coffee and my book.
Then it was off to the county tax office for the filing of the marriage license. That went very quickly, as there was almost no one there when I arrived. The clerk even told me there was a new Social Security office up north, so I didn't have to drive downtown. It's a beautiful office, probably the nicest government office I've seen in ages. It's located in the sketchy part of town I used to live in, east of 35 and north of 290. I waited an hour in there, listening to at least a half dozen crying infants and counting prison tattoos. After all that, I couldn't bear the thought of spending another hour waiting at the DMV to update my license. That will have to wait til tomorrow at least.
Foolishly, I accomplished all these things sans cafe. My head aches wickedly and I'm looking forward to lying on the sofa with a big cup of coffee and my book.