As planned I met with Sara and went with her to a party with tons and tons of people I didn’t know and still don’t know. I also met Cecilie, one of the other girls I went to Brazil with. We’ll never be best friends, to put it that way, but it was very nice talking to her again. I had a great time and me and Sara agreed that we had to start seeing each other more often. We did that the last time we met, too, but it sort of never happened. Maybe it does this time.

I think that the girl who moved in yesterday has moved back out. She had one bag with her when she came yesterday and was supposed to bring the rest of her stuff here today. But some time during last night she grabbed her bag and left. Or at least so I was told. For all I know she might have been murdered, chopped in tiny pieces and flushed down the toilet.

Tomorrow I’m finally going to that second job interview. I was a little bit scared that they might call me back after the IQ-test last Monday to tell me that I was too dumb to work for them, but so far, so good.