Last week Friday wasn’t a good day for me. I was in a funk for most of the day – “feeling sorry for myself”. I think it’s okay for me to have those days (i’m only human) – luckily they’re few and far between so I guess that makes it better – I s’pose. Was supposed to go out that night…sure didn’t. I wish that I can do things on a whim without thinking bout whether or not the place/situation is “Stacey friendly”. If needed, I always do my “due diligence” to find out but it gets old sometimes and those times I just say, “FiretrUCK it, I cyah bother go/do”.
