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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

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    And from here, they can't see me stare :: Monday, July 12, 2004 ::

    I finally got to see my new cousin today. She's two months old now, and has the absolute bluest eyes I think I've ever seen. She was soooo cute. And Kaylee was funny, too. She tried to play chess with my brother, only, her interpretation of chess is that only the king is on the board at all times, so my brother had to try to teach her. But, anyways, Kaylee and Rylee.

    I'm really getting worried about my sleeping habits. I've been online until 3 o'clock in the morning for about four days in a row now. And it's so weird, because I'll get so tired around nine or so, but then, an hour later, I'm wide awake. It's like I keep switching back and forth between Europe time and US time.

    I Love The 90's starts tonight! Something to occupy me!

    Oh, and I love the irony of this: Mike, Jennifer's husband who is in Iraq right now, was home about mid June, and he brought some Iraqi money. It's this huge stack of 10000 in Iraqi money, and Jennifer said that the ratio to US dollars was about 3 to 1. So that means that each of those 10,000 bills was worth about 3,000 US dollars. The problem? That was the old Iraqi money that is now defunct since they have no government or whatever. But, yeah, I saw my brother's eyes light up when Jennifer said they were each worth about 3,000 dollars, only to darken when she said it was worthless now. It was really funny.

    Current Mood: Excited
    Current Music: Belle and Sebastian - Simple Things

    :: Nick Monday, July 12, 2004 [+] ::
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