Something about being sick (or just sickly) makes me feel haggard and tired and old. CKD is not digging this feeling, people. It’s sapping my enjoyment of the season and if I am going to survive the schedule for next week it’s clear I am going to need all the energy I can get.
Other things that are making me feel a little less than hot and vivacious?
-The look on Coffee Guy’s face when I told him my age. (To my credit, I probably could have shaved a year or two off and gotten away with it, but went for the honest route.) You could tell he wanted to ask what it was like when dinosaurs roamed the Earth.
-The discussion I’ve been having with a girlfriend about eye creams, crows feet and the like. She is crazy-hot though so I am taking any advice she’s got.
It’s really just a matter of days before I start smelling like BenGay and eating dinner at 4:30 in the afternoon. Someone get me a housecoat and let’s just call it good, OK? Hey you kids! Get off my lawn!