Pepsi

It's hot today.

I walked in expecting Jason but instead saw a white-haired man inside the dispensary. His name is John. I don't know how old he is but his kid is 35 and he knows every song on the radio and I know this because he has been humming since 8:00 am.

I wonder what I'll be like when I'm old and near-invalid. We deal with the elderly quite often and every encounter screams "THIS IS YOU IN 60 YEARS". Me in 60 years. Will I be pompous and demanding? Will I indulge in writing in ugly $1.00 birthday cards? Will I keep my repeats on file and expect my medication ready the minute I set foot into the store? Will I flirt shamelessly with the younger Sunday pharmacist? Will I still hold my hubby's hand when I walk down the street? :)

I really don't want to grow old. An Esprit magazine lay on the couch and I flipped through it. Pro-xylane. Glycoaminoglycans. Nobody wants to grow old. And this is another reason why I want to be forever young - I don't want to blow $500 on Dior Capture R 60/80 products. Or be fat and ugly, which I'm sure I will be. And then either we won't have any sex at all or we'll have fat ugly sex. Or worse, one-sided fat ugly sex. Or maybe that wouldn't happen in the first place because my hubby will be chasing something young and fluffy down a rabbit hole.

And must I pay hundreds of dollars in tax every week?

God, life is depressing.

No I'm totally kidding. I'm just very bored.