My blind date wasn't as expected. But things rarely are. But it was entertaining and I guess that's something. The rest of the weekend has been slow. By choice, but still slow. I miss my friends and the teanights, even more than the winenights. I miss taking walks with Bea late at night and talking on the phone whenever I want for almost nothing at all. But I'm not sad. I'm just missing. That's a different thing and not necessarily the same.
Todays mission; become a millionaire. Don't look like that, it's totally doable!
I'm sick. Or I have been. I'm better now, but still with stomach pain. I feel like this;
I'm the brown one. I just decided that. I like to be tanned. I'm tired of being white in Portoland. Oh, my neck is killing me...
Ciao...
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