Reading mace's journal

I went to bed pretty early last night. Around 11pm. I had woken up at 2am (20 hours earlier) so I think it was justified. I woke up around 4am this morning and took a shit. Then I was having trouble going back to sleep. Internet. Pr0n. Masturbation. Problem Solved. I'm asleep once again.

About four hours later, I'm woken up by someone pounding on my bedroom window. I stand up on my bed and peek out. My mom is there in our backyard crouching down to see through my basement window. She screams, "Michael come open the door! I need help!" I'm scared. I run upstairs and open the back door and my mom is frantic. She tells me she went to mail a letter and left her keys in her car and that it's running and her purse is in there and she's locked out and it's a block away and she doesn't want somebody to steal the car.

So I put on a pair of pants, grab my set of keys, and run down the block to where she says she was stopped. She was masterfully parked in the middle of an intersection. Luckily it was a quiet street. I realize I hadn't brought my glasses or my license, but it's just around the corner, so I figure I'll be ok. I hop in and start driving home. Half way back, my mom is walking down the street. I stop and let her drive the rest of the way home.

We get home and I hop out. She says, "Do you have your keys to get in the house?" I say, "What am I? An idiot?"