I wish that I could explain to you the predicament in which I have found myself. No creo que no puedo. No sé por que. No obstante, voy a probar.  I have been in the United States for 20 days and 1 hour. (Minus the time I spent in the Houston Airport. I am not counting it because it is an airport.) My mind is racing. It is constantly on go. This  constantness is making my teeth hurt. (Or that is the sinus pressure from the constant AC, either way.) What I am suppose to do with my life now?