This first full day of being 24 is kicking my ass. There's the aborted trip to the vending machine for M&Ms (they cost a freaking DOLLAR? And wait, they're all GONE?!?), the really supremely bad hair day, the sweaty palm syndrome that seems to be here for the long haul, and the hour-long excursion to the DMV that went shamefully bad (I need proof of U.S. citizenship? Whaaaaa...?).
So the beginning of year 24 looks like this: I'm an illegal driver with frizzy (yet limp) hair, sweaty palms that can barely grip the wheel, low blood sugar, and zero patience.
I'll make it home from work without getting pulled over, right? RIGHT?
Age 24: 1
Kaitlin: 0
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