Disturbed mum

Mum thought I was high on drugs last night, screaming and laughing alone in my bedroom at wee hours, which actually I was not. It was a phone conversation with someone. God-damn-stupid-mother-fucker but a lovely one.

I started to cough back. Quite terrible that I hardly could get into my sleep, it must be the drastic change in weather lately. If possible, I want to be on medical leave for one whole week and have a short getaway somewhere near by the beachside with a bottle of Heineken and a good book as companionship. I know it won’t work. Most prolly I will be clingy to telephone calls and sms with that bastard. HAHAHA!