Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Flights of fancy
Despite many of your attempts to do an Icarus on my buzz (a reference to a Greek myth that may require some of you to do some Googling) about thinking young thoughts and staving off the ravages of Father Time, I'm holding fast to my resolve. And even if I do say so myself, my young self is looking pretty hot...at least in my mind.
Even when I was at the gym this evening, fighting to get a machine in the madness of the post New Year's resolution rush, I was thinking young and slim thoughts. Even my profuse sweating seemed to be that of a younger, sweaty man.
Go ahead and scoff. Think your old thoughts in your same old way. But I'm getting younger as we speak. Even as I prepare to face my last year in my 40s I'm not daunted by 50 wagging it's wrinkled old behind at me.
But shoot me if I ever tell people I'm almost 49 years young.