I had such a nice training session at the gym. Some heavy stuff went down.
Then I went to the bank and tried to figure shit out, which I kind of did and now eveything is sorted. Grown-up points for me. That was hard work.
I went to the blood donate centre, where they took about 400 cl from me, plus almost pucturing my vein, not too pleasant if I have to say it myself. But I live.
Had a few nice hours along with my friend Emilie. Not much more to say.
Came home and been watching some series and putting oil in my hair. Plus calculating what I think I'll get payed these next two months. Well, I think I'll call up work and ask for another shift or two before I leave on Wednesday. God. I don't wanna work anymore this "summer".
Well, tomorrow I'm off training, if I can manage to straighten my arm out, and then practice some. And at least plan my packing for my return to London. Can't wait!
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