So my brothers both ditched me this weekend ... not to hang out with their other friends or do young people stuff, but to hang out together and have dinner or go see a movie.

I feel so uncool all of a sudden.

This week is someone's birthday and we're going dancing tonight and there's a party on Saturday. At the mention of the times these events begin (10 p.m. tonight, and 9 p.m. on Saturday), I find myself exclaiming "But that's when I go to bed!" It doesn't really help that I have to be at work at 7 a.m. tomorrow and Saturday.

I feel so old.

I'm going to blame it all on the cough and hope that, sometime in the near future, when I can climb stairs/laugh/talk/eat without coughing, then I can kick all their asses and be the coolest chick on the block.
'Cause you know that's what I'm all about.