It's Monday and I'm already exhausted.
I really, really should not have picked up an extra shift last week. Five days of manual labor while smiling is too much for me these days.
I am generally under the impression that I can do anything. Every day I am proved wrong, but I still believe it. The illusion has persisted my entire life.
As I near my fourth decade, I find that I am not able to stay up late and rally the next day. I can't go out drinking and function normally in the morning anymore. I even get annoyed when someone calls after 8pm. I am turning into an old woman!
How did this happen? How did I go from being the life of the party, the first one on the dance floor, to the fuddy-duddy in the corner with the inhaler who only stays for an hour. Good grief!
If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times. I need a vacation. I'm ready!
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