What did I miss?

Back.Either I'm used to really REALLY low key weekends or I'm bloody growing old. But I'm all pooped out after filling both weekend days. Isn't it funny how, when you're 25, you look back and you think.... God, to be 18 again. Yes. Well. To all you 25 year olds, I'm telling you that when you hit 30. (or 33, to be more precise) you've got another thing coming. Heh. Happy anticipating. It'll come