It's time to get ill.

It's official! I am now a licensed terror on the streets of Washington*!

Yesterday morning I went down the the DMV in my old 'hood of Kent and got a solid B on my drive test. I panicked and choked on the parallel parking portion of the exam, though I can parallel park like nobody's business. I don't feel too bad about it though, because everyone I told about it said, "I failed the parallel park too. Nobody gets it."

If you rocked the parallel parking on your drive test, you can suck it, because I don't want to hear about it.

Anyway, yay for me! Now I can commute to work starting next week. And I can drive to the 'Quah for Fatburgers whenever I want!

In case you're wondering, yes, I did get the illin' endorsement, so I am in fact licensed to ill.

(*Coming soon to states across the country.)

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On a related note, everyone in the state knows the first 7 characters of your DL number come from your last/first/middle names, but not necessarily what the rest of it means.

I am pleased to find that someone went to the trouble of decoding and posting that information.

(Plus a crapload of other fascinating numbers!)