From Wednesday, March 7th through Monday March 12th I shall be in London as a member of the Toronto to London Husi Invasion. As things presently stand I have nowhere to sleep.
At least one or two nights will probably be spent in a hostel, and if necessary I could likely spend all of them there. This would, however, suck severely. It would suck like running out of beer just when the strippers show up. It would suck like husi being down. It would suck like legislation limiting the maximum amount of time per day you can spend in bed. It would suck like being broke in London on your birthday; for yes, dear husi, it's true: March the 9th is my birthday.
I throw myself on your mercy. I need only a few feet of floor space (closets are fine), a spare countertop or even a wall with some straps. Alcohol provides me with a miraculous ability to sleep anywhere.
Help me, husi; you're my only hope.
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