|solitary confinement in tent: day 3|
I've spent the last few days curled up in my tent and resting my sinuses, which have apparently decide to throw a week-long snot party in my face. After 72 nearly-motionless hours devoted to marinating in my sleeping bag while watching back-to-back episodes of 'Little Britain' on Hulu, I have endowed my tent with the distinctly un-beguiling aroma of damp socks and chicken soup (an odor strong enough to penetrate my barricaded nasal passages). Time to move on, snot party and all. Next stop: Utica.