Conversation between Gymrat and his boyfriend, as they wake up this morning:

Gymrat: My arms hurt.
Boyfriend: My lower back hurts.
Both: We're old.

Conversation between Gymrat and his boyfriend, after eating sushi for dinner:

Boyfriend: Bon nuit.
Gymrat: You're going to bed? Why?
Boyfriend: Why not?
Gymrat: Because it's only 8:55pm.
Boyfriend: (Shrugs shoulders as he scurries to the bedroom.)

We are getting old. I could not even get myself to go to my friend's holiday party tonight. I am pooped from the 25 minutes of Xmas shopping that I did because the bf told me we needed some small gifts for some people who were going to be at his parents' for dinner. We then headed to a showcase where our friend sang a fantastic rendition of "So This is Christmas". Not a bad singer in the bunch. Some amazing ones. Very moving overall. Before all that, I taught two classes, lifted back and bi's, and had half a BBQ chicken with fries, cornbread, & veggie tempura. And now I am getting a cold sore. I am getting very old. Later.
  ¶ 9:29 PM