She Doesn’t Know About Holidays

Mom came in just after 7 and told me I’d overslept. I just stared at her. "I’m on holiday." She walked out and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Sat at the Mac, worked on the website for a while, ate breakfast, watched some music TV, back to the Mac. Yesterday was completely wasted—heard the others went to the September bar, Mille came by briefly, we filmed some stupid stuff with the camera, he left, and I spent the entire evening typing out my MP3 list by hand. All of it manually. That was more work than it sounds. Let’s see what today brings.