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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Wow. It's 2:30 a.m., and I'm sitting in my new bedroom, surrounded by boxes, soaking my infected foot in a bowl of warm water and epsom salts. I can't wait until the boxes are gone. I can't wait until the infection's gone. The foot soak is kind of relaxing--maybe I'll keep that up.

So tired. All sense of logic leaves my brain after midnight. It's like Cinderella at the ball. The magic coach turns back into a pumpkin, and everything about my head turns into mush.

Oy. Sore feet, sore back. Much complaining. But my own bed, in my new bedroom. All the boxes are moved--they just have to be unpacked now. Oh so exciting.

When my antibiotics say to take one pill four times daily, I think they mean breakfast, lunch, supper, and bedtime. I don't think that necessarily is supposed to mean 10:00 a.m., 2:30 p.m., 10:00 p.m., and 3:00 a.m. That was my day today, though. Sadly enough, that was my breakfast (granola bar), lunch (granola bar and slurpee), supper (BP's with my dad), and bedtime.

Good night.
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