the ravages of age?

It was about 11:30, and I picked up my cards. It was a little too late to hop out to Ceremony for an hour, especially if I wanted to change my clothes, and I should get to bed before long anyhow. The blustery night air chilled me, yet didn't dispel the fatigue that clung to me like an overprotective lover. (whoa. a little too pretentious.) It was cold. I didn't wake up (nope. Too Hemmingway.) To make a long and very uneventful story short, I started putting some cards away and pulling out ones I was never going to use, and the end result was that 1:45 rolled around by the time I turned out the light.

I was bemoaning the fact that I was getting too old to go clubbing 2 or 3 nights a week, or that starting my week with 5 hours of sleep wasn't appealing. Here I am. 5 hours of sleep later. I don't feel much different from the nights that I have 7 hours of sleep.

Guess I'm not over the hill yet!

On behalf of Principal Scudworth and Mr. Butlertron

Behold the soothing power of my enchanted sweater vest user pic.
BEHOLD IT!