I'm Not 20 Anymore...

I realized this morning, at 5 a.m. nonetheless, that I'm not 20 anymore. While doubled over on my side, with my head hanging off the bed, all I wanted to do was puke and go back to sleep. Since I've never been able to make myself puke (I've never puked from drinking alcohol, either), I was forced to lay in bed and suffer with a burning stomach. Armed with Pepto Bismol(R) at my side, I finally gave in to the truth... 24-year-old bodies cannot handle a night of countless ounces of vodka and Busch Light as easily as when they were 20. I don't want to admit defeat, but my body is growing up; too bad the rest of me isn't, nor do I want to.

I'm starting to feel better now, chocolate chip cookies really do fix it all...knock on wood.