A quick recap.....

I said good-bye to the true love of my life to get board a six hour flight from hell that including my cat throwing up, my mother having to be medically sedated through a mixture of prescription drugs and alcohol, to get lost for two and a half hours in a rental car that apparently runs on four mice and a hamster, on the way to a hotel that was technically in southwest DC, but in actuality bordered the southeast and was so frightening I wouldn't send Mr. T out there without back-up, to finally get to my apartment, so I could sleep on the floor for six nights because the moving company had logged the wrong day and, while I was in DC, all of my stuff (including my bed) was still currently in California, which has resulted in me having the shin-splints from hell do to lack of any footwear other than my broken down flip-flops and a neck strain so bad I have to have my 60 year old mother pull me off the ground so I can pee all the while attending "orientation" for transfers where I haven't seen anyone over the age of 20 and are giving lectures on "Is it sex, and is it safe?" 

Okay, as long as we are all on the same page......