How far into my dotage (a ways off still, I think) before...

...I start believing she was my classmate,

that he was my president,

that I had lived on the twilight side of the hill (as opposed to the morning side of the mountain),

that, while I couldn't always get what I had wanted, when I had tried, I always got what I needed,

that I could, in fact, forget domani (since tomorrow never comes),

and that I had been either here:

or here:

or here:

or here (damn it)!