February 8th, 2008

angst

What time am I...



Couldn't be truer. And for two months and a half now I've had to wake up each morning at 9, almost hearing Mom's cats meowing for food 200 meters from here. And it won't really change when she's back home. I HATE having to wake up. 365 days a year (366 in 2008). It adds up to the no-vacation-ever. Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh.