Just got my permit fixed yesterday so it reads the correct name and address. As from this day onward I'm no longer miss Kirkland from Yucapa. There's really no excuse why I missed those when the permit was initially issued to me, nerves be damned. It was my fault for assuming an important government organization like the DMV would do their goddamn job.

There's gonna be another party at my house for my nephew's second birthday. Isn't it lovely when someone else volunteers to have the party at your house without prior consent. Granted, we have the largest house of any of our relatives so parties here are ideal, space-wise. Mom is firm in her reasoning that she won't provide anything for it other than her home. It was foolhardy to have our previous party at Easter; funds and resources to have another are out of the question.

Family feuds are starting to ensue. For once I'm glad I'm being relatively ignored in that department.

Also, the first season of Merlin seems like one of those "tune in next week to see another clever way the main character nearly escapes death". Typical TV trope but dammit, it doesn't stop me from watching the next episode. So I'm predictable, sue me.