The Life Of a Coffee Addict

just about some crazy wild antics, some restless thoughts of the one who walks the walls of the city relentlessly, the story of a coffee addict

Sunday, November 28, 2004

Day 13: Monday Wakeup

I just came back directly rom mummy's house because my brother wanted to watch football yesterday. There was a huge jam as usual in my part (???) o the world. Mom cut her foot yesterday on a broken glass. Her leg was bleeding profusely and I felt bad for her. As usual she never stays still and while ironing daddy's clothes, the wound opened again and once again her foot bled.

I pity her really with so much to work to do and being someone who just can't sit down quietly in one place. I am also worried for her.

My bowie called me yesterday. He was fine. I guessed he missed me so much which is very good. Well.. I have no mood to write hope my momy is alright.