When I got home all my fish and frogs were dead except one. I guess they didn't like the food. I picked up my dog at the vet, and they gave him a shot without telling me first (a not-free shot). He didn't even look at me when I picked him up, just bolted for the door. My fucking apartment looks like a trashbomb went off in it; it's miserable in there. I made a big list of shit I'm going to remember and change next time I make a trip (esp. to the northeast). Changes that won't have me coming home to the smell of decay, or have me puking up calzones in a hotel shower at 4am, or have me splitting out too early. At least this go-round I didn't get propositioned by someone who smells worse than my fishtank.