Lets talk about feeling tired…
Aging has given a new meaning to the term:
1.in need of sleep or rest; weary.
Whereas in my blossoming youth, I could kick it till say 2 maybe 4am and be ready for work at 6am, this no longer applies to me… I’m loosing my touch!
I met a bearded gentleman (is there any other kind?) yesterday at Shake Shack, who I was discussing this issue with.
His thoughts: As long as I get 15 minutes on a park bench somewhere, I’m good to go.
I’m going to have to disagree. Through all my life adventures, there has never been, and may there never be… waking up on a park bench.
As I have recently joined the brigades of hopeful yet unemployed 20 somethings, I have come to notice a perky bounce where my newly forming eye bags sit. This is likely due to this very pre-college schedule thing I’ve got going. Naps included. Its nice…. but for those critics out there.. I don’t plan on getting use it. The well is running dry
Over and Out