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July 15th:

So I managed to get some sleep. Stomach still felt really funny. Super nauseous. Was on the computer for a few hours before the rest of the house was up. No one is on early in the morning.

Breakfast was ham, egg and cheese sandwich. Watched The Price is Right with cousins. Mandy Had Pop Pops. They're little things you throw on the ground and they make a loud pop. Played with them outside.

After a few hours, we headed back to grandma's place. Stacy was still sleeping. Jason took it upon himself to wake her up. That would prove to be a bad idea later in the day. They got her up, and she wasn't the happiest camper.

Went out to eat with the family. Had pho thai bo vien and che something. Had coconut jelly. Was quite good.

Went back home for what would be quite the eventful day. I told Stacy in the morning that my prediction for the day was that people would get hurt. I was right.

1. My sister got in Jason's way while he was running and her foot stepped on. She cried.

2. On many occassions, Stacy, being herself, tripped on, ran into, or fell off of many things.

3. Jason pretended to kick his sister in the belly, and shit happened. Mandy ended up crying on the floor for a long time.

4. Stacy hit me in the face with her polar bear stuffed animal. Tore the glasses right off my face.

Anywho, the rest of the night was used to deal with the aftermath of Jason and Mandy's brawl.

Not too fond of dealing with young children.