For some reason my brain is doing that thing where I think it's Friday again. Probably because of how much stuff I did yesterday. I was working until like two in the morning. That shit's bound to have an adverse effect.
Well anyway, it looks like posts about my efforts of learning to drive could be coming to an end soon. Despite the fact I had what felt like the worst driving lesson ever this week, my instructor told me it was about time I booked my practical test. My birthday is coming up soon, so I asked if I could use that to garner sympathy. My instructor admitted this was a completely viable tactic, but that I should hurry and get it booked if I wanted to do it then. Which is just what I did.
So now, on the 26th of May, I will be turning 27 and hopefully getting my full driver's license. Then the world shall be mine. Or, at least, what I can reach in a car. I have a few plans for what I'm going to do afterwards. I have enough money saved up to get my own car, but that money was put aside for a trip. I suppose I can always spend it on a car if the trip plans fall through. I'm most likely going to be using my dad's car for a few months afterwards at the very least.
According to my instructor I have everything I need to pass the test. I just need to polish it all and put it all together. He laughed when my response was "you can't polish a turd". We'll see what happens. I have faith in my driving abilities. It's my nerves I'm worried about.