(one of) The last thing(s) still preventing me from feeling like an actual adult

          Ask me tomorrow at noon if I'm still pathetic. Hopefully the answer will be no.
          Tomorrow morning, I'm going to the DMV.

          (Yeah, so it's taken me twenty-one years to get my driver's license ... it's only mostly, rather than entirely, my fault.)

          Don't judge me.


          Actually, never mind, scratch that. Judge all you want. It is pretty pathetic. And by "pretty" I mean "inexpressibly and utterly."