Something must be done.

I have come to a foregone conclusion, again. I make no sense. Its hit me in many ways, but never so very abruptly. I believe it's because i've been sick. Time to brood you know.

Oh yes, and also i've only got 7 hours of experience driving left out of 25. That means this time next week i'll have dragged myself back to the Office of Doom (Licensing centre) and spoken to a few minions about why there is so much white-out on my log book.
I'll then have to sit down for the computerized Hazard Perception Test, after which i take a disgusting photo and shall henceforth be an official P-plater for the next two years.

Swell. Now all i have to do is crash my first car. I hear its inevitable. If i don't die in it, a few of the minions from Doom Castle have informed me they will kill me themselves. Such incentive. I'm sure it was nothing personal. However, i'm sure you agree with me that angry women are alot scarier then angry men.