I Didn’t Get Much Sleep Last Night/This Morning.
Kept Waking-Up.
Was Restless.
But I DID Get A Bit Of Rest…
…And That’s Good Enough, For Now.
Things Could Always Be Worse, Fo SHO…
…So I’m Not Gonna Bitch About It.
I Will Say That My Good Ole 20/20 Hindsight Is Working Overtime.
I’m Still Stuck Thinking About Yesterday Night.
Thinking About What I Could Have Done…
…What I Should Have Done…
…And How I Won’t Let It Happen That Way Again.
We Learn From Our Mistakes…
…And We Carry-On.
Such Is Life.
No One Ever Said Living Life Would Be Easy.
In Fact…
…I Know Of No One Who Could/Would Ever Say That.
Life’s A Tricky Bitch Sometimes.
That’s A BIG FO SHO, My Peeps.
And It’s Something We’re Pretty-Much All Aware Of.
I Still Wish I Had That Damned “DO OVER” Button.
Yesterday Would Have Been Vastly Different If I Had Another Crack-At-It.
Vastly VASTLY Different.
BUT…
…REGARDLESS Of HOW It Went Down…
…I Still Applaud My Efforts.
I Tried Very Hard Because I Love My Friends…
…I Missed My Friends…
…And I Wanted To Be With My Friends.
Poor Health AND An Adverse-Reaction To A Medication Totally Ruined Any Potential At Having A Normal, Fun Evening.
BUT BUT…
…I Just Wasn’t Going To Miss The Opportunity To See Someone Face-To-Face.
Face-To-Face Is Very Important To Me.
Mainly Because It’s Something Very VERY Rare For Me.
I’d Apologize For My State Of Being ’til I Was Blue In The Face…
…But I’m Not Sure I Need To.
My Friends Know How Sorry I Was For The Whole “Disaster” Of The Situation.
They Know Me.
They Get Me.
They Understand Me.
They Know I Just Wanted To Be With Them.
And I Still Do.
After Last Night, I’d Like To See Everyone Again When I’m Totally Over This Goddamn Medication Issue.
I’ll Be Back To Being Me Very Soon, I Hope.
I’m Never Sure That Being Me Is The Best State To Be In…
…But It’s Better Than How I Felt Last Night.
So, This Becomes One Instance Where I’m Very Anxious To Become Myself Again.
I May Have Many Issues With Myself, Sure Sure…
…But I’m Much Better Company When I’m ME.
That’s Kinda Sad, Because I’m Rarely Good Company.
But I Try Hard.
And Occasionally Succeed.
Next Time I Get The Chance To Spend Time With Those I Care About…
…I’m Hoping They Get ME ME To Spend The Time With.
That Would Be Sweet-Ass, Fo SHO, Kiddies.
Fo SHO, Indeed.
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"You Jivin' Me, Turkey?" 
Oh my love, why must one beateth thy head against thee wall and expect a different result. Be happy, I no like it when you are sad faced… 😦 Peace and love Miss Jaz
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I’m Doing A Bit Better Still, Ms. Jaz. And I Thank You For Your Kind Words.
Peach And Love To You, Also, Dear. 🙂
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I was actually feeling a bit like this…weird
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I used to be on some meds that turned me into a zombie. Couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, couldn’t hardly stay awake. Horrible two months! Thank God they realized I was allergic to them because I was too out of it to figure it out!
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Yeah, I’ve Had Those Zombie-State Inducing Meds Moments, Also.
I Think They’ve Tried The Entire Pharmacopeia On Me.
Some Didn’t Do Anything.
Some Royally Screwed Me Up Worse.
Meds Are A Tricky Bidnass, Fo SHO, Ms. Joleene.
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