Ok. I know I haven't had the best year. I know I'm..well...possibly somewhat PRONE to complaining. But this...this time... I think I may have taken the cake. THE cake. My cake? However you look at it, I'm bathing in frosting. Ok. We'll start with a little background. I never really liked to drive. I didn't actually have a drivers license until I was 23. I never drove in a car by myself until I was 26. This is when I owned my first, and to this date, only, car. It fell apart. I took it home. It's in the backyard of my parents house. It has been for quite some time. I've been driving Dad's car. It fell apart. I needed a new car. Individuals responsible for things such as car insurance were notified. They, as insurance people will do, asked some questions. Seems, somewhere along the line, after I cancelled that insurance on the car, I was supposed to surrender the license plates. I didn't know this. Turns out, my license was suspended. JUNE 28th. I found out today. I surrendered my plates. I paid $25 dollars for something. I'm not sure what. In 24 hours I can go back to see if they'll grant me a sinner's license, or something like that. Restricted, I think they called it. I'll get mine back in March. Or July. There seemed to be some discrepancy there. Either way, I think I'll go to bed, since my eyes are all burny from crying so long.