The partys over?

Five days until the New Year!

2005 is around the corner and I am singing Prince's '1999' in my head. Think we need a new New Years song? I remember sitting in my room when I was a teenager with a calculator adding and subtracting trying to figure out how old I would be when that year finally came. The magic number was 30ish and I remember that it didn't seem that old at the time. No - It was ancient!!!

I think this morning trying to rise after all the abuse I have put myself thru this weekend - I am feeling my aging process in rapid progression more and more. Aches and pains. Swollen eyes and puffy skin. I am a wreak. I promised myself I would end the year with a bang! Come to find out we are just going over someone's house to set off fireworks at midnight. Not really what I had in mind - but it will do. 2005 represents another year and that means another year to get...Older!

Surrounded by 'older' people this weekend I was frightened by the amount of pills they pop. One person didn't even know why he took them, what they did and if they might counteract each other. He just had two large freezer bags worth of pills (vitamins) that the Doctor recommended at one time or the other. That along with the prescriptions - I felt like I was back at a pill popping party from the 80's.

"What's the blue one do?"

"I am not sure - but take the yellow one first"

"Should I take it with food?"

I don't even like to take medicine when I need it. I never finish a prescription cycle and I am cheap. So pills aren't my bag. My throat closes immediately and I have to trick myself like rolling in a bit of cheese or grinding it into my food.

So why the concern about pills? I had the worse case of heartburn this weekend. Awful!!! I don't generally get it - but I drank a lot and ate a lot. The food and drink and company that was kept was great. Let's make another toast. Anyone wanna see what kinda leftovers we can eat in the middle of the night?

I had to go to the walking pharmacy (My Mom) and ask for a pill to help make the vomit burps stay down. Thankfully they (the pills) were tiny and I wasn't having to consider if it was worth all the gagging that was going to occur.

I don't want to have to take pills and needles aren't my thing. I can't grind them and snort them - that's so retro. Smoking them will just make me feel like a crack ho.

So that means I need to slow down on my rock and roll lifestyle. Or at least my recent overindulgences.

I do solemnly swear that I will work on that soon. Not this week. Maybe next.

If there are no parties to go to.

Anybody got some water - I have severe cotton mouth.