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I used to be quite the insomniac night owl before I was so exhausted all the time. Staying up past 3 am was not as unusual as it should have been. Lately of course it's a fight to stay up past 12. Which is incredibly sad really, death to my wild youth, if one can even call it that. I didn't realize that once I hit 25- a significant age in literature, which should have clued me in- that I would immediately start...well...ageing. Age is attitude is what people say, which is crap, because there was a time when drinking all night would mean waking up at 5:30 am to go to work still miserable but able to function. I would be ill for days if I tried that now. (A theory confirmed by a very hard drinking co worker of mine, who now complains that he gets a headache if he drinks one beer before he falls asleep). I know the two jobs thing is partly responsible for my constant exhaustion, but really, despite how underage I look, I can remember when my current situation in life was not reflected in my skin. (Looking at myself today...yuck...and I didn't even drink last night, I just stayed up late watching Sex In the City on On Demand). Very very sad. Pathetic even.

They look good on Sex in the City, but then, they have stylists on set.

On a side note, it was amusing to listen to my brother's boyfriend complain about how "vulgar" the show was. Yes it is. And it's women saying those things. Deal with it you uptight gayboy! :) Not that I worship the show either, mind you. I much prefer the later seasons when the ladies seem less...immature to me. It's good to see them grow up too, and notice how long it took them to do it.