Ursäkta om jag stör

Last night I was out with my roomies and the lost boy aka the boy who moved out. I don't know how he survived the bed during nine months, because sleeping outside on the dirt is comfier. My back screams but Halleluja and Ahmen I now have sheets and blankets. Still fucking freezing in the apartment but I guess that you can't have everything. Or can you?
Anyway, we had sandwiches and I am not really sure that I got the gluten free bread. I asked for coelíac bread (maybe I pronounced it wrong) and the bartender nodded. Half way through my scrumptious sandwich, filled with all kinds of heavenly mayo and zucchini, I felt dizzy and my stomach growled suspiciously.
Woke up this morning, puked and went to work.

¡Salud!,
Louise