My wallet was stolen on Friday, so I spent most of the weekend lying face-first on my floor imitating a lichen of sadness while researching what chants I should be performing in my blood stone circle in order to contact a real live human at the Texas DPS instead of drawing.
That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Also, I eventually realized (read: was reminded by my father) that one of my cousins works for the DPS and the other is a member of the state police and between the two of them I could probably divine my driver's license number. No blood sacrifice necessary. This time.