I have just washed the Happiest Sweat on Earth from my body.
I am beat.
I didn't know I was going until I ran downstairs to catch ND's car at the last second this morning.
I'm glad I did. I've had nothing but shitty days for a while now, and likely have a few more to come. I needed a good day, and I got one.
As for the SF weekend, everything's all messed up now. I can ride up with the crew on Thursday, but I have nowhere to stay that night as of now.
I would like to stay longer than ND is, because he has to drive back down on Friday. Lee has offered to buy me a plane ticket back home, but I need someone to give me a ride to the airport (I don't know which one yet, that will becided tomorrow, when I wake up) on Sunday, preferably in the morning (if that's when I get a flight).
And hopefully, Lee will be able to come pick me up from my flight back.
Also, Sparky, while I might need a place to stay Thursday night now, it turns out I won't need crash space for Friday or Saturday night, as my folks will be out of town, live in the City, and have offered to let me stay there while they're gone.
Obviously, there are things that need to be worked out, but that will have to wait until I wake up on Wednsday.