Last night: 3.00 am.

Me: (reading)  
My mum: (arrives, eyes full of sleep and now blinded by the lights of my lamp, sluring) what are you doing?! what does it mean? <- an original question for the situation. 
Me: (I raise my eyes busted, a pause, then with nonchalance) go back to bed, mum, it's late. 

Reblogged from SnoopyDoo's Book Reviews