freakin' old for this concert stuff. My shoulder and neck are killing me today and it appears no amount of heat or acetaminophen is gonna make it better. I have a ton to accomplish (as usual) but I am going to lie down for a while and be a big whiny crybaby.
If you're expecting something in snail mail from me it is on the way -- I finally got to the post office.
How sad is it when a 38 year old goes to a concert where the performer is 58 and it's the younger one who just can't seem to run with the big dogs anymore?
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