This afternoon I did not have a proper lunch as I was angry and driving around the Chapel Hill area trying, in vain, to find a DMV office to get a replacement license. I had a bag of Fiery Habanero Doritos, which were a bit too spicey for my tastes (especially as chips, maybe mixed on a burrito this heat would be tastey) and a bottle of Gatorade. In case you were worrying about my lack of a license, I ordered a replacement on the North Carolina's DMV website, so never fear. I also picked up another blank, brown fitted hat.