'Smokes like a chimney'

Hello,

I had a good day at school, minus being tired. and thanks to Simon emailing me my blog profile picture, i managed to redesign my square with little stars on it and my name and get my message on. So that was good.

Anyway, i walked Nick to his lift, then cut down past my dad's work to go for the bus to get home early. Got home and was informed 'your Mother said you have to see if the doctor has any apointments free because she's worried about you not sleeping and drinking', so i did, and they did at 4:25pm. So i went. Apparently it is normal for me not to sleep because i am 17, and i need to drink more water and cut back on the coffee. Blasphemy, i would drink coffee even if it killed me because it's the only thing that keeps me awake after an average 2 hours sleep a night for the past 4 ish months.

The fun stuff happened when we got home. Mum looked sheepish and stank off cigerette smoke. Dad asked why she looked so pale, and she said she'd had an accident at the back door, it was pretty obvious when she got there that she meant 'you took the back door key with you and i was that desperate for a secret fag that i smashed the window.'

Her story was 'Well you took the key, and i tried another key for the middle porch door, and it wouldn't work, and i was trying to put the bottles in the bin, honest, and i got stressed and kicked it'. My dad then said 'well maybe if you didn't smoke like a chimney behind our backs'. (seems i'm not the only one who's noticed). My mum tried to defend herself by saying she only has the occasional one, bollocks.

My mum is a dirty smoker and i have to stop drinking coffee! Wow, this blog has a pretty grim conclusion.