Still not quite alive yet

So, the weekend can be summed up in bullet points:

• I nearly missed my flight because of some stupid rubberneckers on I-95.
• New England fried clams are made of win and awesome.
• My cousin Gina and I should not be allowed to go into Sephora together.
• I am willing to give baaaaaby!cousin's new husband a shot, but I'm still not terribly impressed.
• My shoes were crafted by Satan himself (MY TOES ARE STILL NUMB).
• The first wedding I cried at, ever.
• Baaaaaby!cousin and I officially have the worst mothers in-law, ever.
• OMG PRETTY TREE COLORS
• WTF NEW ENGLAND.  I DID NOT PACK MY FAVORITE SWEATERS JUST SO YOU COULD INDULGE IN AN INDIAN SUMMER.
• I love my crazy family (with the exception of that one uncle, who is, was, and will in all likelihood always be a complete douchebag).

I landed in Orlando Sunday night, and George picked me up -- we stopped for a pizza on the way home, and the puppies were INSANELY HAPPY to see both of us, omg.  Sunday night is kind of a blur, and I think I was asleep by nine.  Monday was George's birthday, and was mostly spent catching up on sleep, because god knows I slept not at all over the weekend.  Tuesday was house-cleany day (and I cleaned out the fridge to figure out a Mystery Funk -- don't know what was causing it, but now my fridge is all clean inside, which is very yay).
I'm still kind of blah feeling, and I also feel like I'm fighting off a flu, which is no fun at all.  Especially since I ought to be working on something for tomorrow night's class.

...But mostly I just want to go back to sleep.

omg omg omg XD

DO WANT.