I can't drive fifty-five

[cyrano]

So I survived the driving session. Tom is so much better than the AAA guy. But gnash expensive.
Tom says:

• I have a lot of 'natural talent'.
  
• My estimate of being better than 20% of the drivers out there is likely conservative.
  
• I could probably take the test today and pass.
  
• I take left turns too soon and speed up too early.
  
• I'm very aware of my surroundings.
  
• I'm too timid about 'creeping'.
  

Nothing surprising, and generally better news than I expected.
We got to the end of Algorithm game's third arc. We all died.
Um. I got mail from the Social Security folks who mentioned, as an aside to telling me how much of a stipend I'd get if I retired right now, that before I moved to California I made between $200 and $4000 a year. How the hell did I survive?
I'm sure something more exciting has happened recently. I got through the 'Deads' in my CD ripping. (Dead Can Dance, Dead Kennedys, Dead Milkmen, Dead Or Alive.) Yeah, that's probably one of my big accomplishments. I got the rose planted, thanks to Tersa's gentle nudging, and it seems to be quite happy.
And I'm almost unstressed and unnauseous enough to eat now. So, dinner time.

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[ex-lucianus799.livejournal.com]

I meant to say this earlier:

Go you! And yay for useful critiques.