Spent the entire night with my mother. Mom and I, we don't always see eye to eye. She's not the usually envisaged caring mother-- she's more like a friend-mom every unica hija would dream of having. She can be very illogical at times and I can't help but find myself giving in to her every whim like she's an unruly adolescent. But times like these I remember how much I enjoy her company.
Yesterday was not very relaxing. Ironically, my head's throbbing and I feel sore all over. That masseuse. So much for a spa date.
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