Partying and getting wasted…
Natsukashii natsukashii….

When I first started college I used to party a LOT. Not the usual thursday night that most people have, I had what Lan
fondly refers to as “Fraturundays” [though we didn’t really know each
other back then, apparently we had similar lifestyles] . A
typical weekend for me would have been something like this:

Friday night:	Party.
Friday noon:	Finally fall asleep
Satuday night:	Party
Sunday 4am:	Leave[still buzzing no doubt] to meet my fellow CircleK-ers to do some service project [Like AIDs Walk. or March of Dimes… or any other fucking 4AM piece of shit we always had to do. ]
Sunday noon:	Finally get back from the community service project and crash until my classes on Monday

You
may think because of this schedule that I was quite the resiliant 19/20
year old. However, that was not actually the case.
I’ve always had the weakest immune system known to man. At times,
I’ve wondered if I have a sexless version of AIDs.

As a result
of this lifestyle and the fact that I am weaksauce health-wise,
for my first two years of college I was in a perpetual state of
sickness. I actually got USED to coughing, having a stuffed nose,
and feeling overall miserable.

Somehow I was just able to live through life with a perpetual fog around myself.

These
days, I probably go out once or twice a month — and they’re definitely
not faterundays anymore. They’re just a friday night. Or a
saturday night — and honestly, it’s enough.

The only problem is
that while I still have the immune system of a newborn calf, I’m
used to the feeling of being healthy, so when I inevitably get sick 2
or 3 days after my night of escapades, I totally shut down and wait for
myself to feel better.

After you’re sick perpetually from
November to the following August, you never again feel that a few days
of bodily shut down is too much to handle if you can prevent a
prolonged sickness again.

What did you use to do when you were younger that you’re not physically able to do now?