2009-06-12 - 10:27 p.m.
There's old and then there's "too old"

Antibiotic? Check.

Left wrist brace? Check.

Right wrist brace? Check.

Mouthguard? Check.

Am I getting ready for a boxing match with someone who has an infectious disease? Perhaps I'm about to scale a building to bring the antibiotics to some poor sick child who is stuck at the top of a building that, inexplicably, is inaccessible, save by being scaled from the outside? Or maybe I am engaging in some other exciting, possibly dangerous or hazardous activity that would require such safety equipment.

Nope. I am just going to bed. I have to take the antibio's because of my ugly skin. The wrist braces ensure that I'll be able to move my wrists come morning tomorrow. The mouthguard snaps on to my lower teeth to help my TMJ. I am 23! Going to bed should not require such outfitting! What is it going to be like when I get really old?!

(A fun note on my relative old-ness. RD remarked the other day that I am "getting too old to date for fun!". I apparently need "to start taking this seriously!" Ha! Maybe I will. Or maybe I'll go on three dates with three different guys in the next week like I have planned. Yeah, I kind of like that second option myself. I think I'll go with that.)