Well, despite being unbelievably nervous, I passed by practical driving test yesterday. I know what you're thinking: why is it that someone my age hasn't got their license? I just never really got around to it before.

So now I'm only 25 hours driving experience and a computer game away from being able to drive on my own. This is only a problem because my car died on the weekend, so I can't really drive anywhere. And I have a job interview on Thursday. And my baby could arrive at any minute. My wife is in denial about that last point, however; she has decided that she's just going to be pregnant for the rest of her life. That's going to be interesting.

The moral of this story? The Principle of Maximum Inconvinience dictates my life. I'm placing my bets that The Bean will arrive halfway through my job interview.