Its true.  I do feel like an old man.  I can’t sleep through the night anymore and I always have to go to the facilities, just because I happened to stir  a little.  I wake up just enough to think: do I have to go?  Not really.  And then once I think that, it just happens to be the only thing I can think about.  And the only way to stop thinking about it is to wake all the way up and hike my bum all the way to the ladies room.  And then it takes me another half hour to an hour to lull myself back to sleep.  I don’t have to use the facilities all the time,  I just have the superpower of hyper-focus and I can’t rest until the problem is solved…  This trait served me well in art school and at work, but not for my nocturnal habits.  It really is the wet blanket for a good nights sleep, but it does keep me from having a wet blanket… so that is an upside.  Oh well, I have become an old man before my time.  All I need is to loose all tack, remove what filter I do have between my mind and my mouth, and cultivate the smell of mothballs.  That would really be attractive.  Poor Hassan is dating a geriatric.