For those following along at home, I did check out of the hotel yesterday morning. In the process of checking out, and driving to the new apartment to put down my deposit, I overdid it, and realized I was in no condition to be driving. So I had my friend that was helping me drop me off at the nearest (insert hotel name here) and let the family that had offered refuge know not to expect me. I'm back at the hotel, and I'm not moving anymore. Period. Called my credit card company and asked for an emergency increase. And I'm going to just sit. And listen. To God. And my awesome tunes on the spanking-new laptop. Order room service (maybe). Perhaps a little later I will venture to the Laundry Area where I will party like the rockstar that I am. Pray hard for S16 today, I'm about to call him. Right now. p.s., Does this make any sense?
Last edited by goldeylox; 01/16/1004:25 PM. Reason: I'm rambling a bit
