And let me tell you, I was shocked. Growing up, I always had the feeling that when I couldn't see someone, they just 'paused,' until they came back into my life. I was young, but it just seemed to make sense. That sort of thing does, when you're nineteen. Okay, so I was about seven. But moving around, leaving Salisbury and moving to the States, time becomes more noticeable. All of a sudden, someone you grew up with is starting to shave, or they get married and have kids and seem older. So I gradually became used to the idea that everyone else on the planet isn't just put here for my own amusement or 'character building.' They were people in their own right, with their own lives and interests and feelings. But the world was still basically my playpark. It was all for me. And I was quite happy living in that happy little place until today, when it finally became apparent the world does not revolve around me. Today it rained. Which is rare enough for Las Vegas. But what woke me up to reality was that I hadn't washed my car yesterday and it still rained. I think this must be the first time that has ever happened to me. I'd been meaning to wash it Saturday, but with one thing and another didn't get around to it. If I'd have washed it, then I'd still be safe in my cozy little world. On a lighter note, found out BT is coming to Vegas this month. And I'm bloody well going to see the show if I die from exhaustion afterwards. Working 70 a week, I can squeeze in a great show. Especially as I don't really remember much of the show in Denver, but that's a story for last September.