Ow!
I am too old for this shit. It hurt as I dragged my body from the bed this morning. I had pain in places that I'd forgotten I had. All I wanted was the oblivion of bed. Last night...last night was great. I saw my old friends. Dave is much more like a brother than a friend. Crow is much more like a brother than a friend. She made me go dancing. I would have given in to the lethargy and the age. I would have happily sat on a couch and watched "Jericho" or "CSI" or "Heroes". When the fuck did I get old? I used to dance all the time and take great joy in the movement. Dancing takes strength and grace and time. I am so out of practice. And, this morning I hurt. My back. My legs...you should have seen me walking to the train and up and down the "El" stairs. It feels like someone kicked my ass. I guess it only means that I must dance more. I have to make me move again. I am not ready to be old. Nor am I ready to sit about and watch my lower half spread. I must kick my own ass more often. Still not a fan of aging.