I feel like I'm getting old... It's not because I'm going bald. It's not because my dad couldn't grow a beard as full as mine until almost thirty. It's not because at the tender age of 18 I had more chest hair than my dad does at 53. It's not because I can drive, or drink legally, or gamble, or even because my "baby" cousins are in high school. No, I feel old because I ate three brownies last night, and I woke up this morning (after three hours of sleep or so) with some major acid. I mean, come on! After I finished telling Pam last night that I felt lucky because I don't get heartburn, I go ahead and get acid indigestion instead. Granted, I didn't get heartburn (and between you and me, I'd take the indigestion over the heartburn any day. I've had it before, and it's no fun), so what I said was still technically true, but geez... Oh well. Get me my walker and I'll be okay. Just don't be surprised if you see me hobbling along calling the freshmen "whippersnappers."