8.04p.m, still have a few hours to waste.

I could only remember a faint whisper seducing near the earrings through my lobes. And that was it. No after. No before. My body had unconsiously dissipate my mental version of dreams. So my left palm rubbed the bedsheet in repetitive motions feeling for my cell that acts as my dashboard clock. I have a habit of waking up at certain time to check how many hours of sleep i'm left with.

I could remember, it was 2a.m exactly and i had 3 text messages. I scanned through the plausible senders in my head& all was not what i roughly picked. The 3 came from the very same person. A person who never first-handedly text me at night. That person is my mother. Yes. A drunken one.

When i got home from work i chatted with my groggy mother;;
Me: what was the 3 imbecile messages about?
Mommy: huh? what messages? i didn't send any.
Me: You did. & they were each slightly different.
Mommy: Is it? what i say?
Me: You ask me or i assume Geri to help you take care of jak who's in camp now.
Mommy: I don't know. I was so high.
I know. I just like reminding ppl their acts of idiocy.

I bought myself another 2 novels one each from Karen Robards& NR's. SO darn happy. I also bought a simple gift for my mother. A bleeding tooth-shaped plate. Contented. I haven use any portion of my salary on her for quite awhile. Okay gonna go read now bye.