I am just ten days away from my much desired vacation to San Francisco. An escape from the beginning of Autumn in Colorado, and the real world, to amazing SF. This does not mean an escape from school. As my online class still calls for homework to be done, I may pointed out as the idiot in the middle of the Folsom Street Fair, on a laptop writing upon Rome's power structure during the Medieval era. But, if I do have to do homework, it might as well be in the middle of a gay street festival.
It truly is my body's policy, that within ten days before any vacation I must get a terrible head cold. I feel as if there are fifty tiny chickens attempting to peck their way out of my head. It's my body's way of making REALLY appreciate my vacations. Every time I have a hotel booked, I get sick two weeks before my check in date.
With battling the tiny chickens, and the due dates for school swirling around me; I am still determined to have a great vacation.
It truly is my body's policy, that within ten days before any vacation I must get a terrible head cold. I feel as if there are fifty tiny chickens attempting to peck their way out of my head. It's my body's way of making REALLY appreciate my vacations. Every time I have a hotel booked, I get sick two weeks before my check in date.
With battling the tiny chickens, and the due dates for school swirling around me; I am still determined to have a great vacation.
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