Later on in the day *right now is 1:48am* I get to see my mom get drunk again. Not just regular drunk, like the weekdays, but filthy drunk. Why, well, she don't got to work. Man, her drinking is getting on my nerves. Sometimes I feel that she'll never stop. *why do i keep thinking she might quit* Maybe I'm just deliusional. She promised she'd stop if I made it out of surgery. So much for that. I just hope tomorrow she's a happy drunk. Because if not, I get to have her yell and tell stories over and over again.