Seriously. I can’t think of anything. I’m tired of blogging every day, but I want to win a prize. So I’m trapped. And so are you.
I think I’m going blind. My eyes aren’t as good with little tiny things anymore, and that distresses me. I have to put my glasses on, and take my glasses off, and adjust the lighting. When I shift from looking through the camera to looking out at the actual world, everything’s all hinky. Sometimes it takes my eyes a minute to adjust.
I think maybe I need to do eye yoga, but I don’t know how. I saw a thing on bossy about eye yoga, where she just totally made fun of it. Which made me sad because I think I really need it. I need to look at the real eye yoga webpage.
And today on the train I was packed in so closely with people that I could smell their breath. Which is not a cool way to travel. Since I was practically cheek-to-cheek with these people, I analyzed their crow’s feet to see how old I thought they were. Because I am also fixated on and dismayed by my wrinkles.
I have wrinkles! I never thought I would. This girl on the train today only had the teeniest of very faint crow’s feet, and I remembered how my mom always told me to stay out of the sun and that I was damaging my skin and I could never get it back and that I’d be sorry. And I thought yeahyeahyeah. And now I have wrinkles, and I am sorry.
When did I get so old? I feel like it happened all of a sudden. I’m almost 40. I can’t believe it. 40 seems like my mother’s age. 40 is undeniably middle aged. I am a middle aged woman.
Oh my god.
I am so old.
