A fun thing about getting older is that you just wake up at half past 5 in the morning now, no matter what. That's enough sleep for you, sonny me lad. AWAKE. There are thoughts to be had. Worries to be maintained. Get amongst it. Thoughts like... MATT LUCAS BAKED POTATO SONG. Also a billion suppositions of unlikely scenarios.
I realise I'm probably describing adhd instead of the ageing process. But it's difficult to tell now. Does adhd make all my joints hurt?