Feeling Ancient

This weekend was exciting, too long on Sunday, not long enough from Friday to Saturday night and generally draining.

Then, like a fool, I tried to exercise on Sunday.

At age 32, exercise is my friend.

However, exercise isn’t that good a friend that my mostly out of shape self can go for a visit the day after bar crawling and generally exhausting myself in fun ways.

So I’m going to bed. Yes, I sound lame and like I’m making excuses.

But I’m gonna be asleep in moments, so who gives a damn how I sound right about now.