When the Time of Decrepitude is upon me...

Tonight I sit at nine o'clock, having filled myself with the traditional chocolate birthday cake and ice cream, listening to Day & Age by the Killers (Human just came on).
The Swine Flu has indeed struck, incarcerating me inside my house, never to leave it for the next ten days. So thus, I go barefoot, and 50% of the time i have no shirt on.
Today I was waken up by heat.... It was horrible. Indeed, truly horrible. My blinds were pulled back, the sun filtering through my window, most likely being magnified by it. I felt like an ant in a science experiment, underneath a gigantic magnifying glass of a gigantic bored five-year-old boy (or girl), just about to explode by the heat. But luckily I left my room, onto my sofa that was just a bit cooler.
A couple of days ago I made an observation. I was doing my three-day-a-week cleaning at the school when i heard an unmentionable old-ish lady talking on the phone. I really dont want to say anything bad about this person, but it's just the kind of person i dont want to be when i get her age someday.
She was talking about, (and this isn't the first time I've heard her do this) more like complaining about, all the malfunctions that are going on with her body. First it's her foot, then her allergies, then her back. Everything's hurting, and she really just wants to tell the world. And her voice...her voice...was just kind of whiny. Kind of... "Hey everyone, pay attention to me. Look how much i'm suffering. Look how oooooold i am."
I hope when I get to that age I can look past all the horribleness of decrepitude and talk about, i dont know, something else...them? Try not to fool myself into thinking that they probably really care about how that sore in my foot is getting along.