Sh** Show Day

Entrance, RI Administrative Offices.
I swear I saw the Eye of Sauron in
that round window today.

I started to write a post earlier about the shit show that my day was today, but realized that I don’t have the capabilities as a writer to convey the level of shit-showiness that it was. Also, in a desperate attempt to normalize the cortisol and adrenaline levels in my bloodstream, I drank two high-alcohol craft beers a little while ago. So now my editing abilities have gone to shit. (See, I just used shit 3, wait, make that 4! times in one paragraph! That’s baaad editing!)

I was too worn out to care, really.

Today, in a nutshell: I had to pay some old income taxes in person this morning at the Division of Taxation in Providence, then renew the registration for my car at the DMV. In lieu of real paragraphs, I offer you my day in the style of the Harper’s Index:

Total mileage covered today going back and forth to State Offices: 124 miles
Total hours spent in said offices, mostly waiting: 3
Number, in months, that I was told I’d been driving with a suspended license: 4
Number of times I cried in front of State Employees: 2
Number of times I cried in front of fellow civilians in the waiting room: 1
Sobbing, in number of minutes, done silently in a bathroom stall: 3
Level of shock that The State won’t accept your 2010 taxes on a 2008 form, using the 2008 tax table: Very High
Level of surprise that I actually did this: Very, Very Low
Chances that the State will actually notify you of such a mistake: 0
Cost of a parking ticket, when your 2 hour meter expires in Providence: $25

Chances of finding a satisfying bowl of Saag Paneer in Providence to cancel out some of this pain: 100%
Happiness level after a coffee and a cookie from Seven Stars: Almost back to normal

Saag Paneer at Not Just Snacks on Hope St.

More Food, Less Pain,