I debated on whether or not to show you all my new driver's license, but the picture really, reeeeally sucks, so I'm not going to. Also, they changed my license number (it was the same as my social security number), so now I'm going to have to learn that. Oh well.

I took the scenic route to the tag agency (because I missed all of my exits. My brain decided to visit someplace else besides my car (perhaps the land of perpetual Wednesday?) and my auto-pilot apparantly decided it was going home for the day), and boy was it scenic. Sometimes I'm struck by how pretty the countryside around here can be. Also, I'm pretty sure I passed Garth Brooks. I was driving along the edge of his property just outside of Claremore at the time. He's been seen around town so much lately that spotting him has become a non-event, but it was the first time I saw him, so that was kind of cool. It would have been really cool if I was, you know, a fan, but there's that whole "I hate country music" thing that made me not really care too much.

Something else cool happened on the drive, too. I was pondering what to add to my mp3.com radio station (which isn't ready to share yet) besides the Mimsies, and thinking about the Mimsies got me to thinking about my friend Clay in college (he's their manager) and this one time that I was driving him somewhere and "Low" by Cracker came on the radio and he got all excited and went on about how he loved the video because it had Sandra Bernhard boxing. Just as I started thinking that it's been a really long time since I've heard that song, it came on the radio. I love it when freaky stuff like that happens.