No, I don't mean HIV. This summer I got the first sexually transmitted-disease of my life. I first noticed it after getting back from my week in Denmark. My tactic for dealing with jetlag while making the most of a short stay 9 hours away from my normal time zone was to force myself to stay up non-stop through the flight and then some. Going over I was up for forty hours straight until collapsing in a heap at 10pm Denmark time. Coming back I did the same trick, staying up for thirty-five straight hours. The next morning, I was toweling myself off after a shower and noticed a bunch of little pimples in my crotch. Uh oh, that's new.
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