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       Stardate: 20190607.2346
       Location: Garage
       Input Device: AlphaSmart dana.wireless
       Software: AlphaWord
       Audio: Box fan
       Visual: Cluttered work bench
       Emotional State: Tired, end of the work week.
       
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       I should probably be going to bed but I don't feel like it 
       just yet.  I was going to read, but decided to write some.  
       
       I have been dealing with some more issues regarding my 
       irresponsibility lately that have come to fruition.  I have 
       this 2017 Chevy Bolt that I've been using as my daily 
       commuter/grocery getter for the past couple years. 
       Apparently, I neglected to renew the plates _last_ year.  I 
       found this out when I was looking for my DMV receipt to 
       deduct from my 2018 taxes.  I could not find it and realized 
       that I did not register at all for 2018.  The matter at hand 
       were the taxes, so I figured that I would deal with the 
       registration later.  Taxes were filed, life went on.
       
       Fast forward to Easter.  I took my daughter to the park in 
       our Easter Sunday's best to play some croquet.  I parked my 
       car in the parking lot by the dog park.  Same park where the 
       guitar incident occurred. [1]  We got out, got the equipment, 
       set up the field, and played a round of croquet.  By the end 
       of the first game, it was getting warm and we decided to pack 
       it up.  
       
       When we got home, I noticed something on my windshield, which 
       I did not notice previously.  It was a parking ticket.  I was 
       like, WTF?!  It was for expired plate that I neglected to 
       take care of.  Oh.  I was not looking forward to spending a 
       day at the DMV.  Since the mini van was not being used, I 
       drove that instead.  For the next month.
       
       So my car sat in my garage for the next month while I kept 
       procrastinating on visiting the DMV.  Also, I knew it was 
       going to cost me a bit of money so I just kept up with my 
       daily routine with work, family, chores, etc.
       
       Last week, I woke up and decided to take a sick day to deal 
       with the DMV.  I anticipated having to wait at least half the 
       day since I had no appointment, so I brought a book.  
       
       Fortunately, I was able to get to the counter faster than I 
       anticipated.  It turns out that I had some unpaid parking 
       tickets that I had to pay on top of this year and last year's 
       registration + late fees, etc.  It was not cheap, but only a 
       couple hundred more than I was anticipating, which isn't 
       really saying much of anything at all.  Do you know how many
       things you can buy at the dollar store for a couple hundred 
       dollars?
       
       So I got that done and it only took 1 hour, 30 minutes, 1 
       sick day, and too much cash wasted foolishly. on something 
       that could have been prevented.  I did walk away with 
       registered plates, the ability to drive my car again legally, 
       some peace of mind that it was taken care of, and a reason to 
       yell at the teenager in me.
       
       Fast forward to this past Wednesday.  I had spent about an 
       hour in the park practicing my guitar, killing time before an 
       appointment I had to keep.  My guitar playing went into 
       overtime and I had to rush to my appointment.  On the way 
       there, I got caught in a speed trap.  I was clocked at going 
       86 mph in a 65 zone.  I was cited for speeding by a highway 
       patrolman who looked like he was in his early 20's.  Also, my 
       proof of insurance was not in the glove box, so I have to 
       bring that to court.  I got my ticket and went on my way.
       
       WTF is going on with me?  I keep fucking up these seemingly 
       trivial tasks that most responsible people seem to do with 
       ease.  I know how to do these things and I have the means to 
       get these things done.  I just don't seem to be doing these 
       things.  Maybe the irresponsible teenager in me is acting out 
       because he needs attention.  Maybe he is sick of being a 
       responsible adult and needs to wreak havoc.  Maybe he doesn't 
       like being ignored.  Maybe he does not want to be forgotten.
       
       I'll have to ruminate on this one further.  Perhaps the 
       answers will come after I have rested.  Perhaps it will be 
       revealed in my dreams.
       
       Time to sleep.
       
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