I Ain't Laughin'...

The Umpteenth Post Where I Whine About Getting Older

Whilst inspecting the mirror in the post-shower face-scraping ritual, I noticed that sometime recently I seem to have developed some cavernous fissures next to my eyeballs.

Call 'em laugh lines, crow's feet, whatever, I call 'em another sign that I'm circling the drain...

Sigh.  It's not like I'm a particularly vain person.  You can't weigh as much as I do and take excessive pride in your appearance.  (Also, all that fat has filled out the wrinkles up 'til now!)

Still, I hate change.  And this is most certainly change.