I barely slept that Friday night but early one Saturday morning I shielded by red puffy eyes with a pair of fancy Dolce and Gabbana shades and somehow made my way to the Potter’s Cay Dock where my mother anxiously awaited my arrival.
First there were the stans. Then there were the fans. Then there were people like me: not a stan, kind of a fan,
I wont even lie, I’ve been sitting here trying to write this blog about my vacation for forever. Writing, deleting,
I am sitting at my desk having the hardest time staying focused, doing work and staying awake. To be honest.