My bones are made of glass

I think I bruised a rib.

And for a couple of days earlier this week, I thought I had broken a bone in my hand... or at least sprained something. Now it's just a disgusting scab peeling away on my knuckle.

I am a giant pussy. Seriously. You could accidentally step on my toe and I'd end up with five broken bones.

I should buy a giant foam suit to wear when I'm drinking as a preventative measure. Notice I didn't say that I should stop drinking to the point where I stumble and fall. I'd rather wear the foam suit.

I don’t wanna be an old man anymore

This is turning into a recurring theme here.

I'm reliving my teenage years. My life is filled with things I was into at age 17 or 18.

• Skateboarding
• Playing in a rock band
• Participating in make-out parties
• Staying up until 4am on weekends
• Drinking beer daily
• Smoking cigarettes
• Growing my hair long
• Wearing skate shoes
• Calling my friends "dude" or "man"

Am I too young for a mid-life crisis? Reminds me of the Weezer song "The Good Life":