Getting Old

I went shopping in sweats yesterday. Not grocery shopping, it's normal to take a less than casual approach to gathering your basic needs. I shopped for some clothes (unsuccessfully by the way, a post on that later, I promise) and books at an upscale plaza. It didn't bother me too much, except that it didn't bother me. Where has my vanity gone? I'm still 29 (and yes I am counting down the hours; I was born the 20th of September in 1976 at 8:15 AM Pacific Time, so I have 22 hours left), I should still care!