I feel somethin' creepin' in and I'm tired of this ga a a ame...

So I'm hangin with a buddy at the Director's Guild, waiting in line to see Eden à l’ouest at the COL COA Festival last night. I go into the bathroom and as I'm freshening up, I see this big klingon on my beard. I think to myself, "Oh great, I've been walking around all day with lunch stuck to my face. And no one was cool enough to tell me?..."

As I wipe my hand across it, I notice it is still there. I lean in closer to the mirror and much to my surprise, and chagrin, it's not food at all, but a pure white hair poking out in all of it's raillery and bluster. Suddenly I see a small batalion of them, clearly visible, lurking about around my chin! I couldn't believe it! It's as though it happened in a matter of hours. I mean, I woke up in the morning, washed and groomed myself, and there was NOTHING there out of the ordinary!

Well, that's age I suppose... it certainly creeps, then pounces without warning!

Hey, what are you smirkin' at?! It's not funny!! It's not! {sniffle}