Stupid Time Difference

The time difference between western Europe and the east coast of the US (i.e. home) can sometimes be a pain in the butt. The six hour difference means that typically when people are leaving work around 5 pm, it's already 11 for me here. By the time they get home, its midnight for me at the earliest, and while I don't exactly tend to go to bed early, that is my time for unwinding and preparing for the next day of screaming little monsters. In other words, if I want to chat with a friend, it's a little too late. If I need to call Mommy (who, lucky for me, is a teacher and leaves work a bit earlier...usually), it's still sort of late.

But you know, you get used to the time difference. Not a huge issue, or even inconvenience really.

Until tonight. November 6th. Well, by now it's November 7th here in Spain and I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO'S WON THE FLIPPIN' ELECTION!!

I can't stay up all night, but I'm too nervous to sleep. Conundrum.