feeling my age
It's rough starting out the year feeling completely drained of energy and completely partied out because it sets the tone for the rest of the first week of the year which ends on my birthday, thus setting off another week of celebration because at least four family members all share a January birthday and if by some stroke of luck we all happen to be in the same state, calls for dinners, lunches and more. And as it happened we were all here and it was dinner on Friday at a Mediterranean place which I'll refuse to name because I can't really say I'd recommend the place, although the Arabic coffee was quite good, smelling strongly of cardamom. Then it was a lunch on Saturday with more guests where I really just couldn't take another bite because despite not being really full from the night before, my taste buds were just deadened by the copious amounts of cough drops and mucus-annihilating drugs I'd been ingesting since day 1, 2007. Then I meant to go out all Saturday night well into the morning of my birthday and look it in the eye and say, hey you know, I don't really feel as old as I ought and something like, you're only as old as you feel. But I couldn't because I really did feel old and tired and beleaguered, so I gave up going out and instead stayed under the covers coughing up my lungs and watching depressing movies that ended with slight glimmerings of hope. So, I ended the weekend with a slight glimmering of hope that this coming weekend I'd be well enough to look dawn in the eye and say, hey, I'm still awake AND I've still got a drink in my hand and I'm going to party on.
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