Last Monday (at about 1 in the morning) I loaded up the
car and set out on a trip.
I didn't really want to, but I had no choice. The flatmates had asked me to get the hell out, and since their names are the ones on the lease (first mistake) I didn't really have much choice in the matter.
I made it all the way to Oregon, and aside from needing to get another oil change for the aforementioned car, my belongings and my sanity seem to have survived the trip intact.
I arrived safely here three days and 2271 miles later, and immediately wondered how long it'd be before I could check my email again.
Well, the answer to that one is "a few minutes ago".
Losing touch with my email was worse than having to cut down on cigarettes by 75%. Sheesh.