This is how I sit around and feel sorry for myself: I buy baked ruffles on sale and sit in front of a screen watching life pass. My parents are coming Thursday to take my car home. I, however, am not going home to see old friends on Thursday or Friday. I am instead mailing my license away and handing my keys over. Did I mention that I just extensively cleaned my car, tackling a year's worth (at least) of trunk grime and decay? Yeah, I did.

I get it all back in January, and not just January, no. The end of January. February. Fuck.
How does one go about seeking an alternative form of identification?

PS - My mom is sooooooo embarrassing. Aren't all mothers though?