Flying out of San Diego

Okay, so this mornig I was finishing my work projects, packing, and trying to get some last minute things taken care of. I've been up all night and tired but I have a friend looking after the place while traveling and I wanted to straighten and clean up a bit. The last thing to do is take out the trash. Since I already gave my keys away I only have the spare to my door and not the entry to the building. I forget to prop the door open. I lock myself out and just minutes before the cab was to arrive. I have to scale the building to get to the second floor because it's 5 in the morning and I don't want to wake anyone. First self-inflicted chalange. The next was thinking I could breez through check-in becasue it was 5 in the morning. My flight was to leave at 6:20 AM so I had an hour. Yes, I said was. By the time I get up the stairs and to the computer kiosks I have 50 minutes but my passport is denied and I have to go through a special line. I get done with whatever that was, go through security and I now have 20 minutes to get to the gate. No problem I think and I'm happy. Not for long. In my haste I mix the seat number with the gate number. I go to gate 32 and it's far. It took me 7 or 8 minutes to get there and I was walking fast. The flight says Huston. WTF! I look at my boarding pass and confirm with the attendant (like I needed to, I knew but I needed someone to confirm that I'm dumb ass), I'm in the wrong place. I need gate 41 and it's on the complete opposite side of the terminal. I have to run my ass off because I now have 10 minutes before departure. I don't know how far it was but it felt like a mile. I get to the gate and find people haven't even got on the plane because it's broke and they're flying the part in. My 6:20 flight is now 11:45. I'm sitting at the airport waiting.