I could not for the life of me remember how old I am.
I looked at Randall, "How old am I??"
He shrugged, "I dunno. Thirty-two?"
Answer a question with a question. Thankyouverymuch!
Gah. Men. What are they good for?
It troubled me so much that I had to use a calculator.
2012 - 1978 = 34
My birthday is in March.
I am thirty three.
Then it hit me.
Oh MY GOD. I am almost THIRTYmotherfuckingFOUR!
Where has the time gone?
Where did thirty through thirty three go?
What the fuck?
Time is just tickety-tocking away and I am completely oblivious to it.
Is this why I am a little slower to get up from the couch and have aches and pains in places that I didn't used to?
Is it?
I have lost four years. {I guess it's technically only really three}
I feel like someone who has been in a coma and awakens to find that the year she is in is not the same year that she knows and remembers.
Ack.
People?
I am getting old.
And I am slowly realizing there is nothing I can do about it.
