Having a Senior Moment
Birthday anxiety at 35: four years until I'm officially old. At least the books saved me from drowning in pumpkin pie ice cream.
Just another lazy Saturday?
It’s a lazy Saturday. Yet I woke up with my back feeling like someone had taken hammers to it. It hurts like hell. Had to take some Motrin to make it through the morning. Is this what getting old is supposed to feel like?
