Arrived in Paris. Tried to figure out how to catch our next train. Me so tired. Decided it was easier to let Bruno do it. Ended up going around in circles. Decided it was easier if I did it. Looked for the signs, noticed my thighs were rubbing together more then usual. Thought that I shouldn't have eaten 6 crepes the night before. "Did I really need to eat all those crepes?" Agreed that I should have eaten all 6 crepes.
Got on the train. Went to the bathroom. Definitely shouldn't have eaten all those crepes. Asked myself where the poop goes. Heard a knocking on the door. Stopped asking myself where the poop goes. Panicked about whether or not the door was really locked. It was locked. Back to where the poop goes. Still undecided. Got to Brussels. Sleeping on an inflatable mattress. Woke up with bug bites. Coul....could it be? Bed bugs? Oh please no. Looked around... Nothing. Bites still spreading. Researched what it was. Panicked once again about beg bugs. Cleaned EVERYTHING. Thought about whether or not it was bed bugs. Still undecided.
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