My mother is actually sleeping at night; for once. And while I've felt the urge every night she's been here awake and alert to sneak out, steal booze, or do something equally naughty and nocturnal... And while indeed tonight I had made plans to take one of the leftover bottles of wine from the garage, uncork it and empty it into myself just for a chance to escape this household... Now that she is asleep at the proper hours, a sign of perhaps a bit of her sanity returning, perhaps that she'll be my mother again... I have no desire to do anything underhanded whatsoever. I want only to go to my room, and to waste away in glorious -sleep-. And to dream about Farscape, which appears to have been canceled after I only got to see one episode and become obsessed :( Ah, dreams. How I remember thee...