Will everyone just STOP making sense?

I am not sure what happened to my life. I really don’t have as many adventures as I used to. What happened to dance parties and taking a flask to the Heidelburg project? I was thinking about this as I am sitting on the couch studying, trying to get out of a food coma watching Detroit 187. In fact, a guy at the bar the other day called me a grandma because of my cigarettes and my sweater. I suppose it’s kind of funny.. ha.