Sigh. Gettin Old.

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older or what, but I find myself getting increasingly agitated whenever I have to travel back & forth from room to room more than once. I used to just kinda lolly-gag around for a while, "do-do-do-do-do!" and walk in circles going from A to B and not really care. Now I find myself thinking "okay, I can carry all this to the kitchen, then I'll grab my glass with ice on the way back...", mentally tracking things along the route I may need, and then get all the way back to my room and BLAMMO! forgot the fucking paper I wanted. I think I actually heard myself growl in anger a few minutes ago when this happened. I can already tell that unless it's so far into the future that women's anatomy changes I'll one day be bitching "oh for fuck's sake I was just DOWN there!!!!"


Christ. Gettin old.