Going to the drug store before a long trip is like ordering food when you're hungry. "What if they don't have toothpaste in [insert name of quasi-exotic, rapidly modernizing city]?!"
I'm sitting in my hotel room, with surprisingly little to do. The writing competition is done (or at least, submitted) my bag is packed (or at least, everything is thrown into it), and I'm not sure what do for the next two hours, except sit around and make myself anxious.
Incidentally, confessional-style blogging has never been my style, and I think I see why.
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So...I'm dying to know... what kind of toothpaste did you buy?! I would peg you as a Crest Kid
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