I have given up so many vices that I seem to have lost quite a bit of fun that I used to have in my life. Not that I’m regretting having quit smoking or drinking or hanging out on the internet till the wee hours of the morning (those were my three main vices; I had smaller ones, though).
But for the past three years now I have been drinking nothing but water (I’m picky when it comes to iced tea) at parties, and I stay away from the smokers table, and my eyes start drooping at around 10pm these days. No more Marlboro reds, no more wine of the month, no more IRC. Now I just watch downloaded movies, sneer at the late news and yawn till I hear Sam snoring beside me.
I must really be getting old.