Greetings from lovely, non-rainy Oregon. I started the trip by sitting next to a philosophy major who had answers to all of life's questions and the fattest guy who could possibly fit in coach. The fat guy dug his elbow into me the entire trip (he had no choice but it still sucked ass) and the kid told me how the world worked. Then I forgot that in Oregon, you don't pump your own gas. This guy came running out to assist me when I gallantly tried to help Gail with the gas.

Some workman cut the phone line and the phone service was out for the entire north coast, thanks to a little snippy snip. Crazy shit.