I think I'm old.

And it has nothing to do with the recent birthday. I spent all last week falling asleep with an ice pack on my left quad. And I've been in bed all day today with a heating pad on my neck. I think I have whiplash. Or at least, I'm experiencing what I think whiplash would feel like.

I knew yesterday that today was going to be bad, since even coming home from the game I felt discomfort in carrying on a conversation with Nathan, whom was sitting to my right, requiring a turn of the head to provide proper eye contact and other friendly non-verbals. Then as the day wore on and I found myself making a side dish for the quarterly dinner with my advisor, I thought to myself, "This is not good." [The neck, not the dish, mind you.] At said quarterly dinner I experienced the normal slow and painful death of interacting with socially awkward individuals and listening to repeated stories, I thought to myself, "This night is worse than usual and I think I'm done." So, I made an early exit and got home in time to see the ending of a pretty intense game of darts amongst a fog of cigar smoke before I passed out on the couch out of sheer exhaustion. I woke an half an hour later so we could meet up with friends at Margarita Joe's or Rose or something and found that I should ALWAYS go to this Margarita mecca after game days because by the time we left, I was feeling no pain.

And then I woke up this morning.