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You know how much fun staying at a youth hostel when you're sick isn't? I wanted to take the Big Apple by storm; instead I have yet to venture further than the Wallgreen's around the corner. So much for my big entrance. It's so lame: I smell of lemon cough drops and of bed-sheets that need to be aired, and when it comes to tissues, I go through two of those family-sized fun packs per day. It's like I'm leaking weird bodily mush from every orifice in my face. (Except for the ears. So far.) I have no idea what's wrong with me and nobody here cares. I share this dorm with five other dudes, and they all suck. They've stopped bringing me food.
Since I'm too incapacitated to find a place of my own, I'd like to call in a favour with my extended Olympian family. I know you are out there. (Like, how awesome is the internet, right?) Please please please give me a place to crash until this mutated flu-fever-cold-thing has blown over. I'm very low-maintenance, I promise.
Since I'm too incapacitated to find a place of my own, I'd like to call in a favour with my extended Olympian family. I know you are out there. (Like, how awesome is the internet, right?) Please please please give me a place to crash until this mutated flu-fever-cold-thing has blown over. I'm very low-maintenance, I promise.