Gettin’ old
I am not as young as I used to be. Cripes, I’m not even 30 yet, and I feel decrepit from one night out. I woke up at 2:30 p.m. and proceeded to do not a goddamned thing for hours. I did clean the bathroom and give myself a foot bath, but that’s all I accomplished. It kind of reminds me of the old days — go out Saturday night and spend Sunday recovering. The problem is that I only had four drinks and danced for four hours. In my “youth,” that was only a pre-party! Oh, old age, why have you crept up on me so quickly?