I passed my written test for my driver's license, which isn't much of a surprise and I'm pretty upset that the whole thing is taking so much work. I booked my actual driving test and now I have to take some lessons so I don't royally fuck it up and waste hundreds of pounds on failure. And hundreds of pounds is not an exaggeration. I'm going to say this and I promise not to take it back until Naomi is 13ish — driving is a human right. And the British government is oppressing me. And what really frustrates me is that if I had just taken my test in Japan on a manual car, we wouldn't be having any problem. I could just exchange them out. I could go on and on about this for days and days.
Otherwise, I've been busy doing other stuff. Next week I'm going to be running around with some Japanese scholars, taking them here and there in a giant van. I have to write an essay too, somewhere in there and read a book. It doesn't seem like it ever ends, but the good news is that we are going to be in the States in about two weeks.
Get ready, colonies. We are bringing the empire back, baby.