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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    What does it take to get a drink in this place? :: Saturday, June 12, 2004 ::

    So, I hate the right side of my body. It aches like hell, but my hand is finally starting to be less...painful, which is nice, because I couldn't hardly move it earlier. I had to sign something and my mom was laughing at me because my already illegible signature was now ilillegible.

    Um...yeah, today was interesting since I ended up staying awake all night due to the massive pain shooting through my body. I was half fatigued, half...whatever. I have pictures! They were developed! And, my God, I am far too skinny.

    It's really nice that I'm getting really excited about Europe, because I know back in May, I was tired of the whole People To People thing, but as the trip is MONDAY, I'm just getting so fucking excited! I mean, three weeks in Europe is enough to get excited about, but it's just doubly exciting in the sense I get three weeks away from everyone, and I need a break from everyone.

    It's so interesting how banged up the right half of my body is and how not banged up the left side is.

    IT'S ALMOST HERE! I can't even imagine how excited I would be if this were the Ireland/Scotland/England trip, because that's the one I would most want to go on. Tomorrow should be interesting because my mom is going to try to help me pack, which I am perfectly capable of doing myself but she wouldn't ever accept that fact, and so we might kill each other. Ha...ha...ha.

    So...yeah. Maybe I'll update tomorrow if I do anything besides packing. Liz, what's the plan for your mom picking me up? Did you say something about spending the night at your house, or was I just hearing things? Either way, call me tomorrow with what's going to happen.

    Current Mood: Tired
    Current Music: Nick Drake - Cello Song

    :: Nick Saturday, June 12, 2004 [+] ::
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