Egads! Does it never end?!
Another usual night of lights out, TV off followed by two-plus hours tossing and turning. I swear, I can’t remember the last time I went straight to sleep in this apartment without the help of a sedative.
Per some Murphy’s law, the severe insomnia struck before my scheduled court appearance to mitigate the school-zone traffic ticket; I slumbered perhaps four hours. The judge listened to my case and nearly halved the fine, for which I’m grateful.
I carried little with me to expedite the security check at the county building. I had my water bottle and of course had to drink from it to show the guard that it’s not “liquid of ill intent.” He stared while I chugged down half a dozen swallows, then was satisfied and let me enter. America surely is not the country it used to be.
The “benefit” of camera-operated citations is that they don’t go on your record. Despite being told that by a number of sources, I pressed the cashier-clerk because I’m a cynic (rightfully) distrusting of authorities, insurance companies, governments and the like but am assured the ticket goes no further.
Of course, after having been caught by a hidden camera, I’m now ultra paranoid about exceeding the speed limit or entering an intersection when the light’s yellow or anything else that would trigger a camera that may or may not exist.
Everyone in the courtroom was present to mitigate camera citations and everyone offered a reasonable explanation – i.e., in two cases, the registered owner was not the driver at the time of the incident. I enjoyed listening to all present their cases.
Washington state rakes it in with the cameras, particularly in King County (Seattle). Washington is also the only state to my knowledge that requires vehicle owners to replace their plates every seven years. They claim some bullshit about the reflective coating wearing off, making it difficult for law enforcement to identify vehicles in poor weather. And if you buy that, I’ve got some land in Florida to sell.
New numbers/letters are issued with the new plate and the old number is canceled. You can keep it if desired for a $20 fee.
Then you’ve got the added hassle of informing the relevant parties that you’ve got new plate numbers (i.e., insurance).
With its umpteen government rules and regulations and political liberalism/socialism, Washington state definitely has a kill-joy quality. Not much I’ll miss when I leave. The coastal water. That’s it.
Wonder whether moving from my creepy crappy apartment will alleviate my insomnia. I’ll be finding out soon! Next week I’ll be giving my landlords notice. This move of desperation and survival is finally happening. I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas and anxious as well (for reasons I won’t go into).
BIG moving sale around the corner; that’s another post. I hope this is the last round of having to shed everything I own save the laptop, stereo and music, clothes and files. It’s easy to do when you’re 20, not as easy when … you’re not.