Simple Insomnia

I couldn't sleep...so I decided to blog. It seemed logical, since I always plan to blog but never get to it, and here I am with time to spare, I might as well do it. So I snuck the laptop under the covers, and am typing away, trying to smother the loud clack of the spacebar.

I'm going to college, and I'm setting up all these 'grown-up' things: proper bank accounts, a passport renewal; I've got my debit card and my checks and my student ID. And people take me seriously, which is a funny feeling indeed, when I'm so used to being a child and having my decisions to situations of gravity made for me. You know me, I'm indecisive, so it's frightening to be suddenly given the reins without any prior practice or preparation. It doesn't make me want to grow up. I can see tax forms looming in the future.

But through all these things, one thing has been consistently annoying: everyone assumes I have a driver's license. I actually don't know whether to be embarrassed that I haven't learned to drive, or shocked that, to an American, a driver's license is the main form of identification. It really does say something about American society and the prevalence of automobiles in it, doesn't it? But I'm remedying the situation. Am reading the driver's handbook and hope to pass the written test next Thursday. Dear Godiva...be afraid, be very afraid: Kaffy's going behind the wheel.
My arms are beginning to ache, so I'm going to wrap up, browse a bit, and then try to sleep again.

oooh, tabs!