It's 7:40 a.m.

Do you know where your driver's license is?

Well, I don't. In fact, the last time I definitely remember having it was in the St. Louis airport. After the ordeal with Jordan's wallet, this situation seems tame by comparison, since I don't have anywhere to drive and I don't buy much alcohol, but it's still irritating because I don't want to pay for a new one.

Oh well, it certainly could be a lot worse.
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