that's code for: DAMNIT, MY CHRON'S IS ACTING UP!

lucky me. my birthday's in a few days, and in a couple of ways, I wish to myself that I'd never see the day. And I don't mean that the way you think I mean it, I don't. And I don't think I can love you after what you said, so I won't. Because you lied to me, mommy; what kind of mother are you? Because my daddy loved me enough to tell me the truth. So when I asked you that, mommy, you told me something I believed, and I guess I was naive, because I just went to sleep. And it took a month - a month and fourteen days, to be exact- it took exactly that long, for me to do the math, and as if on cue, daddy told me the truth. Thank you mommy. I hope you know that I really trusted you. I really, really trusted you. You were the one who always said; you get what you give. But if I'm not allowed to associate with my reason to live, then, mommy, I'm dead, mommy, I'm just as dead as can be. I've got a pulse, I've got a fever, but I'm down on one knee. I'll give you one more chance, just to confess what you did. I'll give one more chance to make up for it. But what do you do? You lie to me again, and deny it, you- you -- I can't even insult you. I can't even assault you. Because I don't have the strength to even confront you. Because you took away thing that gave me will and gave me light, and you took away the thing that gave me the will to fight. So I love you, mommy. I really do. So, mommy, tell me: How does it feel when I lie to you?