I am feeling particularly old today. So old that I may be repeating myself. So old that I may be repeating myself. You guys have heard it all before. How it sucks that at my age (48 today), even waking up in the morning after a good nights sleep, hurts. You've all heard the story of my epiphany at the gym when I locked my glasses in my locker and I stood there squinting to try see the numbers on the combination lock. I have realized that I will never again be able to read without my glasses. No more assuming that this body will recover from anything I put it through.
Last week I sat cross legged on the floor while I alphabetized my CD collection (I swear), when I stood up after an hour, I could not move. I hobbled around like a cripple for 10 minutes, until my legs woke up. You've all heard me moan about reaching that age where nothing is really interesting anymore, only food. I used to live for sex, drugs, R&R - now a fresh slice of bread with Marmite is what its all about.
Sigh, all there is to look forward to is free bus passes and "blender" for lunch. Man I feel sorry for myself.
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Happy Birthday Peter!
Just wanted to tell you that my dad is almost 60 and just quit playing rugby 2 years ago (almost cold turkey - still playing some oldies game) - my point is that you are as old as you feel... and looking through my eyes you are much younger then I am.
What?! Is your misery gene exercising its power on your birthday? FWIW, our god-daughter's birthday is today, too. Happy Birthday!
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