7:42 p.m.
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22 June, 2004

Stayed up for the entirety of the summer solstice... stupid summer sunrise at 3 am. Am very tired today. And also very grouchy. Threw a dvd player at my brother's head... he caught it.

Played my little brother at Monopoly. He won. He's 9 years old. He's right, I'm just a wussy hippy. So, instead, I declared myself Mayor of Monopoly City to cheer myself up. I live in a lovely red hotel in Mayfair and everything.

Still don't know what to do for my dissertation. The proposal has to be in by Monday. Needless to say, I'll get no sleep Sunday night.

I had a name written all over my notebook, one of the kids asked who it was. I had to admit that it was a fictional character who lives inside my head. They already refer to me as that scary lady. Novel is still going well, I enjoy the planning more than the writing- creating character profiles, deciding what they look like, what their favourite breakfast food is, etc. The writing part is boring, I have to leave so much out.

Found my new favourite grave today. It was for the Newstub family, it's really elaborate, practically an essay written on the stone and you can really tell they were social climbers, it even says where they died, like a some posh hotel in London. Plus, it's near the gateway, where all the former mayors and councillors and that lie. The Greetes is the worst, it's slap bang in the middle outside the church and it's actually taller than the war memorial, though granted it was built before. After every name, it has 'esquire' and they were all mayors and what have you. I bet they were all pally with Nelson and referred to the happenings of the royal court like they were there at the time and were personal confidantes of Queen Victoria. Sigh, I love those kinds of people.

Also found another kid who 'fell asleep', aged 2 years and 9 months in 1945. I hate those.