6.8.2008 (A Poem, not all of the following information is true)
Oh Dublin.
I'm sick of sitting in hallways.
I'm sick of humming Coke Machines.
I'm sick of people walking in front of me.
I'm not sick of euro mullets.
I'm not sick of euro mo-hawks.
I'm sick of freezer burn.
I'm sick of sun burn.
I'm sick from euro ice cream.
I'm not sick of museums.
I'm not sick of my wife.
I'm sick.
I'm stuffed nose.
I'm nasally.
I'm congested.
I repeat. I'm not sick of my wife.
My wife is sick of Dublin.
Scratch.
My wife is sick in Dublin.
Scratch.
I am sick of Dublin.
It's time to take a Bath.
It's time to be refreshed.
It's time to take a rest.
Dublin. You are so Dublin.
Kevin M. Reader
3 comments:
I love it.
And we were just wondering and hoping that you're keeping some other journal of your fun times - because if this is it, you better start writing more details and/or more often, otherwise it will take you 5 weeks to tell us all the stories of your adventures when you return...
:) Miss you guys!
I'm really sorry that you are under the weather Kev. That totally sux :( still you are in Europe, and I'm stateside so I kind of hate you.
LOL Continue to have fun abroad. We can't wait for your return. It's soo exciting!!
P.S. Take tons of pictures - because if all you have is what you've posted, I'm going to have to cry myself to sleep.
.miss u both mucho.
check your e-mail - I have some ?'s about wedding... you are taking lots of pictures, right? and filling out that journal, right!!!!
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