These days seem to go by unnoticed. On a Monday, you're sitting in front of a computer, surfing & clicking away, you get up to stretch, get a drink of water, and it's Thursday. Yesterday was your birthday, tomorrow's Christmas. It seems like you just put up your winter clothes. How old was I last week? 21? 18? Where have the years gone? Wasn't I just in college? In Kentucky? I am 3 years Californian and feel old, like a native, like I've been here all along. Was Kentucky all a dream, vivid with thunderstorms and damp summers... Was North Dakota a past life, trudging through 2 feet of snow to school, staging battles with my GI Joes? What the hell happened to all that time?