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So according to the nurse practitioner at the walk-in clinic in Walgreens on Howard and Western I have *Scarlet Fever*? Am I in some Victorian novel or something? It’s quite an antiquated-sounding name for strep throat with a rash.
I just found out this coffee shop used to be one of the oldest gay bars in Chicago, so that’s got me feeling a little more chipper…or maybe it’s the quad-shot americano and amoxicillin ;P
I should be working on my thesis, but instead I’m perusing youtube for shitty popsongs I want to learn on guitar. Am I the only one who thinks that that Katy Perry song “E.T.” is about daterape/stockholm syndrome/bugchasing?