02/01/2022
OK, it’s been a while since I’ve let anybody know what’s going on here in my tiny little bubble. So here it goes - not even a year after the first time the store flooded and it flooded again on January 5. My brain has shut down, my spirit is broken, and I’m lost. I don’t know what to do. I’m standing here in the store looking at the carnage thinking “what the f**k.” I kind of want to throw in the towel, just call it quits and be done, but there is a teeny tiny piece of me that says it’s fun during the summer; it’s your personal watering hole and hidden corner of giggles. What the f**k?
They say s**t happens to catapult you into better times. I really want to believe that, yet, I don’t know what to do. I’ve always had a plan, except for now. I’m just frozen with anxiety. What the f**k?