Boring

You wake up in a familiar room. The walls a nuetral gray. You look out the window to a gloomy morning. Today you are visting the (text-rotate-z:4)[DMV]. [[Eat Breakfast]]

You go into your kitchen. There are two bowls. One is grey and has a little chip on it. The other is a cheerful yellow. [[Eat from grey one]] [[Eat from the yellow one]]

You look at the cereals. The boxes are half empty. One of the boxes once had colorful shapes and marshmallows but you ate all of the marashmallows. The other are the store brand of grain-O's. There's just enough milk, at least something is going right. [[Grain O's I guess->Getting Dressed]] [[I'll eat the icky-bones->Getting Dressed]]

You know it's not your bowl. You run a finger along it's edge and the memories start. You can feel the emotion rising in you. You pull your hand away. [[Grey one it is ->Eat from grey one]]

What are you supposed to wear to the DMV? Do people dress up for it? You realize you haven't been outside your house in several days. You catch your refelction in the mirror and notice how tired you look and give yourself a weak smile. Life, albeit slowly, continues on. [[Wear something nice->Drive to the DMV]] [[A grey t-shirt, it doesn't matter anyway->Drive to the DMV]] [[Jeans I guess?->Drive to the DMV]]

You enter the DMV. This is a soulless place. The light flickers overhead. You notice a machine that dispenses tickets. [[Take a ticket]]

Your ticket number is 439. You sit and wait. "Number 48" the person at the desk calls. [[Look at your ticket again]]

Your ticket is number 49. Soon you're sitting at a desk with a woman who is slowly chewing a piece of gum. "You need to fill out Form 1046-B" come back to the window when you're done. [[Fill out the form]]

You sit in your car. You touch the steering wheel. There are so many memories here, in this place. You turn the car on. Then off again. Two deep breaths. You're sitting in traffic. Counting how long each light takes. One, two, three, four. You get to eighteen. The light changes. You continue to drive. The monotony of the road settles into you. When you arrive the parking lot is almost empty. [[Go into the DMV->Give up and go home]] [[Give up and go home]]

You find a pen. And start to write. You write your name. You write the date. You look at the box for marital status. [[Single->Marital Status]] [[Married->Marital Status]] [[Divorced->Marital Status]]

You look down and the check your status. You consider. Is that what you meant to write? You take the form up to the window. "That'll be $45, hun" the woman says. You hand her the money. Life continues. You sit in the car and cry. You drive home to your apartment, unlock the door and sit at the table. You sort through the mail. Life continues.