Signs of aging
The complete opposite of going to bed at 8:30pm is going to bed at 4 in the morning. I didn’t mean to, but my body rebelled and all of my attempts to sleep—starting at 10:00—failed. And eventually there I was at 4am watching a Ronco knives infomercial in bed with Brad. I blame it on indigestion and aging.
Speaking of aging, here are two more examples from last night of how I’m definitely getting older:
1. My hip popped quite painfully right at, shall we say, the height of a certain activity. Very distracting.
2. While watching American Idol last night and thinking about how I kind of wanted to make out with David A., I realized I’M TEN YEARS OLDER THAN HIM! I must not feel old at heart because for a moment I honestly associated myself with this kid, as if we were even in the same generation. The only male Idols I should be ogling are the four that are over 25.
February 20th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
AH! My mind’s eye! Oh, it’s hurting! LMAO
I want to stay up every night until 4am! I should work third shift somewhere. Really. This 1st shift thing really stinks.
February 20th, 2008 at 11:27 pm
4am is when the magic happens. Not that magic, like the MTV Cribs, here’s the bedroom magic. But just the magical goodness of life. Everyone’s in bed, it’s quiet, you can rest easy knowing China is basking in the sun. Things are good.
February 21st, 2008 at 10:30 am
I’m a big fan of 4am too. Hmm.. maybe I’m not a big fan of 4am, but I just HATE mornings. That could be it. Regardless, I see 4am way more often than I should.
February 21st, 2008 at 9:27 pm
LOL. not hip problems, already!!!!!
February 22nd, 2008 at 5:20 pm
YOU ARE NOT OLD. Goodness! if you’re old, there’s no hope for the rest of us.
February 23rd, 2008 at 9:57 pm
I don’t think I’m old, I just see how I’m getting older. I see it more now than ever before, and it just means more to come!