Three Hours

I'm wondering if other east "coast" transplants to the west coast have this sensation: I feel disconnected from the rest of the world.

It's not that I don't enjoy Seattle. I love Seattle. It's not that I'm lonely. I am making friends. It's not that I need anything. It's just that I feel so far away from the rest of the world. I can talk to my friends in New Zealand who are three hours behind me, tomorrow (as in when I'm talking to them at 9PM on Sunday they are talking to me at 6PM on Monday). I generally take a late lunch, and so when I'm eating lunch Europe is settling down to sleep and the east coast is leaving work and starting to have dinner. I'm not used to feeling so behind schedule. I'm sure I will become accustomed to it. It's just odd to see a time stamp on a presidential speech that is three hours ahead of schedule. It's just odd. I don't think it would be different if I were at the other end of the spectrum (i.e., in New Zealand and having dinner when the rest of the world is waking up.

I'm used to being at the center of the world: that being when Western Europe and the East Coast are awake. I'm not there anymore. and it's a little odd. I miss being just 4-5 hours behind London (depending on Day-Light Savings time). This 7-8 bour buisness is crazy.

OMG - this guy sitting next to me keeps hauking up snot and it's gross. I want him to stop. It's just gross. BLOW YOUR FREAKING NOSE!!!!!!!!

Anyway - it's time for lunch.

When it Rains it Pours

And then the heavens open up and dump a veritable monsoon on top of my head.

Seattle is getting *ahem* more snow. I'm sick of this!

Tonight I was having dinner with some friends. And when I go to leave my friend's house there was a note on my car saying that a rather large vehicle had ran into my car and then subsequently run off without leaving any information. Thankfully, the observers were able to obtain the vehicle's license plate number. Oh JOY! More dealing with insurance companies, and my car is assuredly totaled now. I will *not* be purchasing a nice car. I might even continue to drive my car, broken truck, dented-in rear drivers side door until it falls apart. Ironically, this was the same door that struck the pole way back in January 2004. Great. At this rate it's not worth purchasing a valuable piece of property.

I'm ready for my good luck to start. My bad luck has just about run it's course. Three times over.