This word describes how I feel today... Icky.
Flat, oily hair. Unclean fingernails. Unfresh skin. Second day of period. Semi-chapped lips.
I think you'd agree with me.
I've decided not to go to Bad Bramstedt this weekend. Due to money, stomach and work problems. Money problems seem to be obvious - I don't want to spend so much on just a weekend. Stomach problems are due to the period - not being able to digest things properly. Work problems are building up. We need host families and don't have many to ask. Seriously, there are fifteen kids who don't have a family and they arrive on the 18th. That and the actual arrival camp - I'm doing the logistics. We all know how much fun that can be. But actually, it's not as hard as one might think. Mostly because I have great people to work with, like Camilla and Therese.
So, the last thing I need right now is a wet night full of drunken debauchery. Wet because it'll be raining and thundering. Oh well. I can't stand pilsner anyway. Don't tell any Germans that - they might disown me!