June 08, 2002 :: 10:11 p.m.
if I did my tricks with smoke and mirrors...
My mom's kind of tipsy. I can tell because she was talking to me and her eyes were out of focus. She's jabbering on about the sports car they're going to get me when I graduate from college and how they're so proud of me that they'll get it for me even if I
don't graduate. Yeah. I'm hoping she doesn't have anything more to drink, because my mother is frightening when she's drunk. She's not exhibiting any of the usual signs of alcohol-induced badness yet, but it still sets me on edge. Just smelling it on her breath does.
*sigh* She just popped open another beer.
I'm going to go run a bath and read my geisha book and recall all of the many reasons that I don't drink. And I'm going to hide. Hiding is the most important part of the plan. Hiding keeps me out of the way, and at times like this, that's exactly where I want to be.
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