Um, why did no one tell me that in addition to tracking down every address I’ve ever lived at since I was eighteen (seventeen addresses!  I want some sort of prize!) and finding the name of that sketchy guy who was my supervisor at the now-defunct bar I worked at in college, I also had to get my bar application NOTARIZED?  Because it is due TOMORROW and I don’t know about you but I do not have  a notary hanging around at home.  Sigh.  To Kinkos I go.