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As the days progress and I have yet to take a shower, I gradually get more motivated to do things. I cleaned most of my parents house, got laundry squared away and dropped off packages at the post office. When I was little, before the days of printing your own labels at home, my mom would drag me to the post office. The hours I spent in the post office might have well as counted as another layer of hell, like all the other layers in Dante's Inferno. No traumatizing moments happened there, it was just that there was nothing to do, or even look at. But as technology advanced those visits decreased. And my not-so-inner child isn't complaining.