Just pretend,

" Ya, aren't you supposed to be studying / doing yr homework? " Mom

"OH YEAH. YA WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU " Me

Lol. Yes. What the hell is wrong me. I need to buck up.
So I guess I can live without onlining that much.
The boys are gone. No more distractions.
I just have to get Him, out of my head.
& Everything will be (y)

Ttyl.