under the knife

I was worried about getting old, but I thought and realized that my life has always been more pre-occupied with day-to-day things, and the panic of getting older becomes just a passing thought that slips in once in a while before getting brushed off. Why should that ever change? Besides, there must be some comfort in knowing that one day we'll wake up forty.

I won't be writing in here much longer. The stony silence of the internet is hurting me.