I'm only 19, but damn, my body thinks it's eighty. I have joint problems, my knees, hips, back, shoulders are everything else crack and pop when I move, and I can no longer survive on just a few hours of sleep every night. But then, on nights like tonight, when it's 2 am, and I get hungry, and my "midnight" snack consists of left-over atomic chicken riggies, I realize I still have a ways to go before I'm "over the hill." Thank god my digestive system can still handle the stuff I love best. It will be a sad day indeed when I am unable to eat jalepeno bean burritos or 25 hot wings before bed.
