Even Spam Reminds Me I'm Old
Waiting for me in my email Inbox this morning was a bit of spam titled "Forty & Single." It was for some kind of dating service for people over 40.
It's like they were just waiting to send it. Finger poised over the mouse button, ready to click Send, for days now. "Is he forty yet? Is he forty yet? Oh, he turns forty today? SEND!"
In other news, I drank so much wine at my boss' cocktail party last night that when I left his apartment I literally could not see straight. You know that sloppy drunk guy who stumbles down the sidewalk, stiff-legged and weaving, his jaw hanging loosely open as he stares in wonder and confusion at everything around him? Last night that was me. I have only vague memories of getting home. Thank god my body has a good Autopilot system for just these occasions!
I woke up this morning in so much grumbly discomfort that I was unsure if I was hung over or still drunk. The answer to that question still eludes me, but drinking three cups of coffee has helped a little. There's a lot less room spinning going on now.
I don't know how I'm going to handle my birthday party tonight. The idea of drinking more makes me woozy.
Happy birthday, forty-year-old me!
It's like they were just waiting to send it. Finger poised over the mouse button, ready to click Send, for days now. "Is he forty yet? Is he forty yet? Oh, he turns forty today? SEND!"
In other news, I drank so much wine at my boss' cocktail party last night that when I left his apartment I literally could not see straight. You know that sloppy drunk guy who stumbles down the sidewalk, stiff-legged and weaving, his jaw hanging loosely open as he stares in wonder and confusion at everything around him? Last night that was me. I have only vague memories of getting home. Thank god my body has a good Autopilot system for just these occasions!
I woke up this morning in so much grumbly discomfort that I was unsure if I was hung over or still drunk. The answer to that question still eludes me, but drinking three cups of coffee has helped a little. There's a lot less room spinning going on now.
I don't know how I'm going to handle my birthday party tonight. The idea of drinking more makes me woozy.
Happy birthday, forty-year-old me!