At rehearsal the other day, someone said that the way you feel after an all-nighter is the way you will feel all the time twenty years from now.
I feel eighty.
At rehearsal the other day, someone said that the way you feel after an all-nighter is the way you will feel all the time twenty years from now.
I feel eighty.
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some days I’m Peter Pan; other days I’m Shaun of the Dead.
The former is preferred, but the latter has its charm.
And both make me laugh.