If I want this, I have to take matters into my own hands. Starting by eating oatmeal (NOM) over Crüsli (chocolate stuff that mum got from her sister, whose boys didn't like it, I wish it would die!) for breakfast, and grapes over a sandwich for lunch. If all fails I will bring a water bottle for backup. Went to the gym today, two more trips to go this week, I guess. More and I'll just end up with more muscle than I bargained for and nobody wants that. I just. I just gotta get back down under. That's where I'm comfortable. I had a catch-up chat with F today, and she asked about me, and I basically told her how I'd let myself go last week and she seemed pleased. Yes, huzzah! Nevermind.
My teacher asked me if I wanted to join a writer's club at the school, a course of five times in total, which will end with a literary work made public. Sounds rather ambitious, right? A favourite of mine among Danish authors, Mette Thompson, will come and discuss stuff with us. It all sounds pretty good, setting aside the fact that I haven't done any creative writing in my native tongue for years... Makes me rather anxious. I don't know what to say to her.
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