I'm feeling like George Carlin right now. Short and mad and past my prime. I don't get how I can possibly still be this sick. It's not even enjoyable. I cough through all the movies I watch, I can't taste anything, and my brain is mush. I'm starting to get really punchy. And it wasn't watching all five Rocky movies last week. It's really hard to be the caregiver and then be sick and have to take care of yourself. I'd say more, but I'm sure I'd offend my flatmates.
It's my nieces' seventeenth birthday today, which is unreal. How dare they turn the age I pretend to be! I'm really not getting this aging thing at all. I don't comprehend time (don't have that part of my brain) so the idea of time passing is really hard to grasp. And I already freak people out because everyone literally thinks I'm an undergraduate. I hear it all the time. You should see the look on bouncers' faces when they card me. Shaking their heads like they can't believe it. The trick to eternal youth is, if you're really immature and then get a little brain damage and sincerely think you're twenty, people believe you are.