I got a text message last night after midnight. I felt like a teenager. Then I cursed the bastard for waking me up as I had been in bed for a couple hours. Funny, how quickly you can go from feeling really young to feeling really old in less than a second. In Whitehorse, a 19-year-old thought I was 24. I was giddy. Then I yawned, pulled the crumpled up tissue from my sleeve, wiped my nose and put it back. Old.
Shot of jager. Young.
Turning down the second on a count of having to get up early? Old.
See how this works?
Taking a break from working to get on Facebook. Young.
Having a co-worker tell me that yes, woot is actually a word? Old.
I'm having a bit of a crisis.
A pre-mid-life crisis.
Sam just tooted and snorted in his sleep and woke the dogs up. Old.
The fact that I'm laughing hysterically and sharing it online? Priceless.