Everytime I tell someone that I feel old I always get the same reaction "you're 26, how're you gonna feel when you get to be 50!" Well all signs point to pretty shitty. I'm sorry, but as far as i'm concerned, as soon as your body starts to betray you, you're old. My body should be shot for treason right about now. It's mutiny i tell ya! Somewhere in the last 5 years, or maybe even less then that, my body decided it no longer required my leadership and that things were gonna change around here. Tzaziki sauce, ice cream, onions, yogurt, garlic (basically anything Greek related for some reason, well except the ice cream) are now considered enemies of the state. And so, last night I found myself fraternizing with the enemy and my body, promptly starting at 11pm, let me know just who's in charge around here. I had the onion dip sweats all fucking night, got up this morning and threw up in the bathroom sink, because apparently my body couldn't hold back the half second it would have taken me to reach the toilet. The new dictator in charge must have a sense of humor.