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The part I hated the most was day six. Man that was hard to get to sleep that night, the bed just sat there.
If I didn't have to work for a living I would dash off for a month aboard my boat at regular intervals. I'm fat and out of shape and ought to crave creature comforts, but I don't.
Last time out I learned a new trick to beat the heat at night. Take about five paper towels and get them good and dripping wet. Lay them on your chest and direct a fan over them. It doesn't really cool you down at all, but there is a certain illusion of comfort.
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