It's the hardest-working uterus in town

An old friend of mine dropped by work yesterday. It was cool to see her again because it had been a few months since we'd talked, so we were catching up, and she told me that she's getting married in three weeks. She's very excited, and her fiance seems like a very nice guy, but it got me thinking because she's about 24, and I was trying to remember what I was like at 24, and, people, I can't remember. That was 8 years ago, and I'm pretty sure I was at USC taking classes and working, but I can't remember the small stuff. What car I drove, where I lived, it's all a big blur. I can definitely narrow down apartments and cars, but I honestly couldn't pinpoint for sure, and I certainly couldn't tell you what I did day-to-day because the only image that comes to mind is palmetto bugs and the darkened seminar room in Sloan. But I suppose this really isn't that surprising. I couldn't even tell you what I wore to work yesterday. I gotta stop drinking so much! Heh heh.