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I'm sitting here in my London hotel room, after a very taxing day at the Natural History Museum and Harrods... and I am terrified about the prospect of seeing Ben on Friday. I don't know why. I guess it's because I haven't seen him in 5 months and I'm afriad he won't still like me or something... I dunno, I'm just terrified and worried. I think I will probably be very very sick on Friday just before he comes. Oh, how sexy that will be. Anyway, I'm out for a bit of more shopping (trying to find something nice for Ben to get me that isn't too expensive).