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In my observation of a previous neighbour, when you get really old you can go round groping women and they just think it's funny. Unfortunately, you have probably forgotten why you are groping them by then and it's just habit.
Being old can't be that bad. Sometimes the hopelessly insane and confused have something I want so bad. Blissful ignorance. I aim to be like Rowley Birkin QC, he's my hero.
It's not that sad. That's common enough amongst pensioners, the unemployed, long term off sick and benchees. It's the absence of the 5 day working week. I frequently don't know what day of the week it is, nor does my retired Dad, nor does a mate of mine who's been off sick for the last few months.
Don't worry about it.
Originally posted by zeitghost
I also have difficulty knowing which day of the week it is.
Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays all seem much of a muchness.
Other than Wednesdays being like the Marie Celeste around here.
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