(diaryland) May 27, 2002 - 12:05 p.m.

Once: I made an entire country in my room, called Clareland. My Dad would come into my room. He would have to exchange all his money into Clare currency, which was cardboard covered in gold foil. Then, when he wanted to leave, I would change the exchange rate. This would make a tidy profit with which to fund the Clareland government.