What Boils My Egg

As I write this article, I am sitting on the edge of my bed, nursing a migraine with water, Tylenol and muttered swearing. The past few weeks of my life have involved a personal travel tour of Europe, having finished a semester abroad, and I have arrived safely at my temporary home in Oxford. And yet, the cost of my sanity has left my mental canteen in a dry repose, all thanks to the following “service.”

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