So last night I lied to my mother yet again about going to Pat's house to score. What's worse is that Pat wasn't even there, he was staying up at his dads' place for the night. Phil was there with friends smoking and toking. I hate going there because he's so nice to me. Not in some kind of sick way. Just nice. I got home and had a smoke then fell asleep.

5:35am I wake up to the sound of rain. It was so good to wake up to that sound knowing that I didn't have to get up to go to work. I just layed there and enjoyed it. I finally came out of my room at about 10ish because the sound vaccuming and the washing machine was a hint that it was spring cleaning time in our house.