I feel age starting to set in. I was in West Hollywood over the weekend, and while I was in line to get into The Factory, only one thought repeated in my head: going home to bed is a good idea. I was perfectly content in sitting at The Abbey drinking my red apple martini. Oh well. One of these days I will feel youthful again.
It’s time to do laundry and other assorted things. Happy happy joy joy. Urgh.