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Ah, those were the days. One week ago I was in Belgium worrying nothing, having a great time, and looking forward to reunions.
Right now I’m sitting in my uncle’s freezing study. My lungs have that dry, yet need to cough feeling. I’m trying to relax. I’m full of at least five over-the-counter medications, some of which must counteract each other. I think the sudafed that I took for my congested ears, for example, makes my lungs itch even worse. With each breath I could easily cough.
Relax.
Willpower.
I arrived at my Uncle’s place and there weren’t enough beds. Too many people were staying over for my cousin’s wedding. I slept on a leather couch the first night. The cold temperature plus jet-lag meant that I didn’t get to sleep until about 4 a.m.
The week has been cold, even by English standards. Unseasonably cold, I mean. Apparently last April was nice.
Since I arrived people were freaked out about the wedding until, well, it started.
The ceremony was really nice though, and I’m happy for my cousin. I really like the guy she married.
Well, it’s past 3 a.m. I can’t sleep because I cough uncontrollably every time I lie down. I have to get up at about 7 a.m. for my flight back to the U.S. though, so I’ll go lie down anyways.
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