Lovely Sarah is back! Nice!
My stomach hurt so much today, I really had trouble at work.
And I was in the best mood at the same time, could not stop smiling and grinning, my boss was a bit shocked to see me so happy.
Went for lunch with Skarsky and an American (I'm really running out of chances to speak my own language) and had nothing, only a bit of mice to calm Skarsky down. But my stomach kept hurting.
So my boss sent me home.
I went to my mother's and had some salad, bit of cheese and some bread, NOT MUCH, really.
And now i'm home, still feel horrible but have to pick up S in an hour - we want to go back to the pub.
I'm so shit scared. I really don't know what to say, I already feel like a 13 year old stalker with hearts in her eyes. Shouldn't have snogged the barkeeper.
But I liked that pub.
Hope it'll be crowded, I don't really want to talk to him because I can't get wasted and my english is horrible when I'm sober and because of my accent people expect me to speak proper english, grammar, vocabular but all I can do is this high pitched squealing english ...
Oh I am so so so nervous.
AND I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!!
Plus I gained 3 lbs after those couple spaghetti yesterday! So unfair!
God ... got to get ready ... need a new face and new body before i see him again. new identity and new mother tongue as well.
fucking hell I really fucking hate being german! I'd happily weigh 5 lbs more, even 10 if I were british.