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July 11, 2008
As I walked through Gamla Stan in my high heels, getting lost as I tend to do during tourist season, I felt my head begin to pound slightly, and I dragged my knuckles against the rough surface of an old church to get over the immense pain. Eventually, I found my way to the counselor's office, and rang the bell, trying to be inconspicous in a square with hundreds of people. After four attempts with no answer, I went home, feeling rejected, and tried to drink myself into a stupor thick enough to make me forget about my embarrassing defeat.