New York is the worst place to be sick. There's just something about the city that screams "you should not be at home sick in bed." better yet, sick in somebody else's bed. always awesome.
this has, of course, not stopped me from going out, high on sudafed (they should really tell you on the box: this drug may cause tangential thoughts and sentences. normal people may look at you questioningly). i've been drinking a lot more tea than alcohol, though. unfortunately, my partner in tea is on the other side of the country. and when i say tea, i really do mean tea.
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