Getting old.

An intarweb friend of mine tweeted that she can tell she’s getting old because she’s starting to like Graham crackers and ginger ale. I must have been old as a kid then. She also wondered if she was going to start liking bourbon and it’s too late for me. I was even drinking Manhattans before Mad Men started up and made me feel like a tool for ordering them sometimes. I can tell I’m getting old because I don’t feel like staying up late to finish rebuilding my amplifier. I feel like I could do it, but I just don’t feel like doing it. Plus it’s a school night.

Now I feel like drinking a Manhattan. Curse you old age.