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I got up at 6 this morning as my father, the drill sergeant, wanted to be at work early. So we got there at 7:00, and from then until 3:00 I did the following things:
- file eighteen documents
- label four boxes of correspondence
- puzzle over a tape of dictated letters from another lawyer
- read my mail, and all websites for which I can remember the URL
- make 500 photocopies
- label four affidavits
- put together two affidavits of documents, twice as I mess up the first time
- purchase lunch for me and my father at 2:30
- write thre letters and two memos
Then my mum finally came into the office, and I decided to walk from York and Adelaide to Yonge and Richmond to report my missing license. I got tired of no longer being independant, and sick of having to depend on others for rides. I hate driving, but I hate sitting home even more. Plus, when I drive it's the only time I feel free to sing along to the radio at the top of my lungs. So I get there and I say that I lost my license, and the lady doesn't ask me any questions. She asks me nothing. Not "how long has it been lost?" Nothing. She tells me that there's a ten dollar fee for getting it replaced, which I pay, and then hands me a new license. No questions, just ten bucks and voilà! Incroyable! New license! I tell you, if I had fewer morals and more underage friends with brown hair and moderately round faces, I could make a killing selling my license for cheap. I mean, ten bucks! Wow!
Not that I would do that. Because it's wrong.
Anyway, there you go. My accomplishment of the day. At four, my mum suggested I go home (as I had taken to standing beside her and swinging my arms like two year old), so I drove home along the QEW at ruch hour yelling along to the radio (God, I love doing that). I then picked Meaghan up at the house, and we both drove to the mall where I bought Amélie in celebration, and then bought her a present by accident. Whee! It's good to be mobile again.
So hey, Lara, do yourself a favour and tell Brendan how easy it is to get a replacement license. With the way he drives, you're going to get pulled over one day.
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