I must really be sick. I just turned down a trip to Vegas with one of my BFFs. Part of me said no because I known how much trouble I’ll get into, the other part of me knows I need to buckle down and make some cash, and the last part of me wants to be responsible. the last two are kinda the same, but when did I grow up??? I want my Peter Pan back! or maybe I don’t. I don’t know what I want. but something is amiss if I turned down Vegas.