I have hit the low point. The one thing that now makes me an adult.
I’ve been fearing this day.
I can take that I like to be in bed by 10 on weekdays and asleep by 11.
I accept that I can’t take multiple swigs from vodka and whiskey bottles without wanting to gag and that stumbling around will lead to a bad morning.
I am responsible and have a 8-5 job.
It’s ok for the most part that girls’ weekends are few and far between.
What I can’t take is that…
I can no longer drink coffee at 8pm at night and still be able to sleep.
I met JP for dinner last night and since we were still chatting I ordered a coffee with Bailey’s and Kahlua in it. (YUM!) Not thinking anything of it. Neither coffee or pop keeps me up. (or so I thought)
I slept maybe 4 hours last night and it was not all at the same time. It was HORRIBLE.
I don’t wanna be an adult.