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so i'm in a lot of pain, and this is my blog about nothing. thus, i will now selfishly have a fat cry about how shitty i am right now...
would it kill hostels to invest in pillows that are thicker than around an inch? centric point, barcelona i'm looking at you. after six nights under their lovely roof, and over a week after i checked out, i am half way across the world and still unable to turn my neck to look down at my feet. i have to psych myself to sit up in bed when i wake up, "ugh. ok. so i'm going to have to get up now. shit. ouch. one, two, and threeeaaaooowwwfuuuuuccckkeerrrr." wah wah wah etc.
i suppose i'm pretty lucky that i am in manila right now, as i really don't have to do anything except wallow in pain. but this blog must exist for a reason, and right now, it is solely so i can bitch. so yes reader, go on, "...oh poor david, stuck on holiday, with nothing to do, with back pain. drinking mango shakes, swimming in pools and moping around. tragedy." right? yeah!