Really, really too old.
We quit drinking at four thirty this morning. Since then I've gotten four hours of sleep, been to class, grocery shopped with Farmmom, had lunch with T, herded cats... er... gotten everyone together to come to the Homestead... loaded a reluctant horse and an easy loader, hauled them down here, had a near flat (the treads were peeling off the tire... YIKES!) gotten the tire fixed, unloaded horses, got water for horses, fed horses, came back to Mamaw's house, peeled and chopped potatoes, and dug out cactus jelly for breakfast tomorrow.
I'm so tired, I'm not sure I'll be able to chew.
Remind me not to do this again, guys. I forgot just how exhausting it is to be young.
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I actually quit doing that stuff about 8 months after I was able to drink legally. I got tired of spending all that money and feeling like garbage the next day )
Quit Whinin', you Wanker! Cowgirl Up! I could do that well into my 30's! Lightweight.
Obviously I *can* do it, I'm not dead yet, but that doesn't mean I have to be dumb enough to actually *do* it.
One thing good about alcohol and lack of sleep: you can be forty at twenty, fifty at thirty, and ninety at forty.
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