'cept, I don't know nobody named Stella!
Anyway. I's 2:30 in the morning on Friday. I got home from the office 45 minutes ago. I took a shower, changed my clothes, I'm writing this post, I'm going to my favorite little restaurant to get some breakfast, and then I'm going back to the office. If there are no new problems, I will leave about noon, come home and go to sleep.
I'm getting too old for this shit. Sorry. Stuff. Too old for this stuff. Yeah.
'Cept I said shit and I meant shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Ooooo. That felt good.