In Portland

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We're loaded into Anne's loft. I've checked in to Good Sam and had my blood taken. I have to scrub myself with some antibiotic towel this evening. I'm going to be shiny tomorrow!

Seem to be holding down the laxatives. Can't tell if... Oh. Gotta run.

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