I STILL hurt

This is ridiculous. It's like 3 days after I played Rugby and I still can't really move properly, let alone play any other sport. Fucking rugby. Still, going home was pretty awesome and the perfect amount of time to spend there really as only Edge, Andy and Matty were back, so not really many people to hang out with. I got to play my records again though, if only for just a brief time. Beer in Britain is fucking shit - horrible disgusting stuff.

Went out to Montagskneipe last night which was pretty cool actually, it's in a new place that does quite nice cocktails. Andy was hilarious, I knew exactly what would happen to him when I left to get the nightbus - he'll get off with Slovenia and go and get a MacDonalds. Lo and behold! She told him that she had a boyfriend when he tried to take it further though, ahahaha. Stupid bitch, why the fuck is she kissing him so fucking much? Girls are so stupid. Andy's a good lad though - much ripping will commence when I see him next. He fell asleep in Hbf, like all true drunkards, and finally got to bed after sleeping till the end of the number 7 tram in Böhlitz (exactly what I did two weeks ago).

It's Dad's birthday on Friday, so I got Mum to post my present from England today but there's no name or anything with it so I've got to buy a card and explain, haha. Andrea sent me an email 'reminding' me, cheers for that. Although I suppose my previous record with his birthday doesn't really help matters, it's not my fault that no-one has ever actually told me when it is - Mum can't even remember. I've never known when Grandma's is either, just that it's in 'early May'. I always send a card at around that time and hope that she gets it but no-one has ever sat me down and said 'your Grandma's birthday is on the 7th of May.' Fucks sake.

Curry tonight!