She called me today to ask if I had fun last night, and to tell me that stuff was in the mail for me.
I did not go out last night. I tried not to laugh as I told her this, and to explain that I was perfectly sober. It didn't work.
Poor Mum. What was she getting into when she gave birth to me?
Also, I have about a hundred pages to read before Tuesday, and that's just for women's studies. Better get to work, then.
