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I was supposed to go to spin class at 7 this morning with Francesca, but thought that might be inappropriate since 1. I can hardly walk after the body pump on Monday and the treadmill on Tuesday, 2. I almost collapsed outside Holborn station yesterday from exhaustion. Luckily Sissel took quick action, bought a Twix and literally pushed it in my mouth. (Sissel's always known how to handle emergencies. The answer is always chocolate.) So, instead I slept until 9 and am having a nice breakfast, aiming for Yoga later today (that should be extremely interesting both for me and everyone around me) and some hardcore evening work.


After a day of (very) early morning work, classes and a Starbucks study session with Sissel (where I could hardly shut up since I got so annoyed with the cases I was reading and kept moaning about the European Court being way too sensitive and cowardly, more on that later) we improved our life quality with some Wednesday night glamour. Me, Sissel, Dagny, Deborah and Deborah's friend Juliette who's visiting from Paris all went for a Mexican dinner near Westfields shopping centre. I passed out like a baby due to food coma when I came home. Mmmm.