I have a crazy coconut

This whole turning thirty (technically thirty two this year, but for generic sake, let's just keep it to thirty), is somewhat making me feel really concious of how I look and feel.

I see more grey hairs sprouting out whenever I brush my hair, more dark spots appearing out of nowhere on my face and if I really scrutinize my face up close, I see alot more fine lines too. SIGH. There's just no end to it.

And now I wake up to an angry aching body and stiff neck protesting loudly to me after spending the night sleeping on the floor. 

I know how you feel.

It's Monday, folks. 

Bleah.