SO now i'm another year older and for the first time it actually feels like the years are catching up with me. We had a few birthday drinks, it was all pretty tame, I didn't even get that drunk. The house didn't get trashed we didn't have any complaints from noise control and i think i made it to bed before 3am. Why oh why then did i feel the next morning as if i had the seven dwarfs mining in my skull with a few of their buddies? As if this wasn't enough to already make me feel as if the times of drinking until dawn was over, sunday night confirmed the old fart i have become. I couldn't even stay awake until C.S.I. for you overseas people C.S.I. is on at 8:30pm. I actually went to bed before it even started as i was falling asleep on the couch. I can remember way back a long long time ago, partying all thursday through to sunday sometime and still only needing about 4 hours sleep before dragging myself off to school. Granted I wasn't Head Girl and I did do some sleeping in class, but my point is that i used to be able to handle the jandal and now i most definitely can not!!!!
Any way its time for me to go and get on with my knitting while I catch up on my Coronation Street.