Went downstairs this morning to tell the manager I would have to decline the free dinner. But he wasn't there and the guy I talked to didn't seem to understand what I was saying. Typical.
Went out with boy tonight. A very strange, enchanting boy. We went pub crawling and talked quite a bit. I shaved my legs, but I'm not sure why. If I was a different person, I'dve taken him home with me. Might still, I suppose...anything's possible. Still. We missed Sherlock. I was upset, so I made us get off at Baker st. and go looking for the Sherlock Holmes Bar. We failed to find it, so I dragged him into The Globe and there it was.
I still haven't bought my plane ticket home yet.
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