These last few months have aged me.
I don’t mean that they’ve taken years off my life, although it’s possible; sleep deprivation at that level certainly can’t extend your lifespan. No, I have a fresh new crop of gray hair and, horror of horrors, crow’s feet. My eyes have taken on a funky crepe-y wrinkle and friends, I don’t like this one bit.
Also, I just stared at those last two paragraphs and thought “What the hell is wrong with you? Nobody wants to read about your proto-wrinkles.” But I’m not deleting it. We aged folk are cantankerous like that.
But I guess you’re only as old as the company you keep, right? So either I have to get a barely-legal pool boy named Paco (and a pool) or I can just keep doing this:
It’s a living. 🙂