it sucks being the same age as old people (caffeinated edition)

i’m sitting in my office as i type this for two reasons…

1. to caffeinate
2. to recuperate

i miss being the age where this time of morning i was just waiting for caffeine to kick in so i could get moving. now it’s the caffeine AND the pills, and it’s so i can, quite literally, get moving. i think a lot of it lately has been simple dehydration. i suck at drinking water. i really do. anything else, no problem…but water i feel like i, most of the time, am choking it down against my will. it’s like i have drowning p.t.s.d., except that never happened.

lately i’ve been focusing on the fact that, like us, almost all beverages are water based. even if it ain’t water, it’s got some water in it, and sometimes that’ll have to do. so i’ve been shooting for a gallon of liquids, per day, and it seems to kinda help. and no booze on the days where i think i’m getting dry in other ways.

and tomorrow is a motherfucker of a yard day. the grass has gotten ridiculous, and i wanted to get it done last weekend but just didn’t have it in me. shit, last sunday, i was so wiped out i think i only stepped outside of the structure of my home once, and that was to watch phyfe dog play with his latest frisbee toy.

and as i type this i can hear my neighbor, who is twenty years my junior and who’s front yard is half the size of mine, on a riding mower getting his done. fuckin’ showoff.