If there’s one thing I realised this New Year. It is that I am getting old.
I can’t do with 6 hours of sleep anymore, after a night of hanging out (and hanging out, I meant just sitting around and chatting, not out exerting physical demands on my body, like dancing). I need a good at least 8-9 hours of sleep to look *barely* human.
Now, I wonder how I am going to survive the next actual partying (read: dancing) at Zouk’s Mambo (yes, I am relieving my youth), when I have to work the next day.
Maybe I should set myself a curfew. Irony hits. The last time I had a curfew, I did not need that much sleep.