Thanks to all of you for the kind words and well wishes on my Birthday yesterday. It was a fantastic day. Though, it seems that I had a great deal of age-related realizations, appropriately enough, on the day that my life advanced another year.
I have Thursdays off of work, so yesterday was my day to sleep in; really enjoy the comfort of my bed well past 7:15am. I was awake at 8am, attempting to convince my body that it needed more rest. My body did not comply, and I rolled out of bed. I was partially OK with this though, because this left me time for video games.
Before I could start in on my games, I decided to eat some breakfast. I had three cupcakes. Then, get this – I got a stomach ache! What the fuck? Three cupcakes used to be an appetizer, now my body gets all uppity if it receives anything less healthy than Multi-Grain Cheerios before noon. I pooped, and took a spot in front of the TV.
I had not played video games for over a month, and I had even attempted to schedule some playing time in, but always had something else that needed attending to. Yeah; I was scheduling video game time. That is a relatively new concept to me. Up until the last couple of years, everything else got scheduled around activities like video games, and now my precious Xbox is taking a back seat to insane concepts like work and grocery shopping and sleeping.
It took me several minutes from turning on my Xbox before actually playing, as I had to adjust my seating arrangement several time into a position that would not cause me back pain.
I spent most of the day playing Call of Duty: World at War with Bone and Josh. Then at 5pm, I went to my folk’s house out in Beaverton for dinner. The age-realizations did not stop. I complained about traffic. I ate salad. I contemplated the nutritional value of my Wilbur burger. I was genuinely grateful to receive socks for my birthday (the kind with the extra sole padding). And after one, just one slice of cheesecake, I had to sit on the couch for 30 minutes and rub my belly before walking was even an option.
I returned home, still wondering where the fuck all these people could be driving to at 8:30 at night, and went to the local bar for a drink. I had one Jack and coke. It made me sleepy. I had one more bourbon and coke. It made me dog tired. We went home.
I updated my Netflix queue (Thanks Mom and Dad!), and retired to bed, where I read one chapter from my book under the dim glow of my reading light, and fell asleep.
Hello, 25 years-old. You’re a real cunt.
Thanks again to everyone for everything. Despite me apparently being damn near over the hill, I had an amazing day.
