Blog Quickie

Today, I was discussing my college days with a couple of the people who shared those days with me, and I came up with this observation:

There is something mildly depressing about being in my 40s and realizing that my idea of a successful weekend has morphed from "Got drunk and woke up next to some hot chick in a strange bed without knowing how I got there" to "Ate a few prunes and was successfully able to poop on Saturday morning".