Janzy the Geriatric

My harry potter desktop calender stares at me intermittently throughout the day. On this particular one I began getting a little worried at the thought of not having one next year. There won't get a new movie scene each day to stare at when I'm incapable of doing anything else. When my brain has already fried itself like the hairdo of one of those middle school girls who is overzealous with salon heating tools. It's understood that it's easy to look up screenshots from the movie, more than once a day, even, but that's not the same as each picture being dated, as though destined for that particular day. On friday, May 28th I was destined to sit at my desk staring at Draco being dragged out of Slughorn's christmas party by Argus Filch.
I don't remember if i was always this paranoid. I realize, though, that I'm becoming more paranoid, eccentric and shameless the more days go by. I'm just gonna start admitting things now.

I'm not afraid to admit the things I google sometimes, like what the health benefits of certain vegetables are or the 10 smartest people in the world or details on first wizarding war, and I'm not ashamed anymore that I do old people things. Exhibit A: This morning as my feet found the floor, a rush of cold air enveloped me. After the resulting shivers, I felt around for my towel and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom, thinking it curious that my parents were watching a movie in the living room so early in the morning. Once there, I began removing my clothes and turned on the shower.
It was only when I stared at the bathroom window for longer than a glance, at the black sky behind it, that I realized it wasn't this morning. It was still last night.
Exhibit B in this startlingly pitiful series is my contact lense situation. Today, I went to a party to paint faces and make balloons in a costume, inwardly panicking the entire time about why I felt cross eyed and half blind. I was, in fact, wearing my contact lenses in the opposite eyes, each of which has a different prescription.
The question on my mind is: am i becoming a geriatric? Does this happen to other 22 year olds who also don't do drugs or drink very much? I'd love your feedback. Missed you guys.
PS: Here's a picture of me, my little brother and my dad at Disneyland for your viewing pleasure.