photos resurface of hollywood darling drew barrymore, revealing she’s now 167 years old.

Get ready to scream -- and not in a Ghostface stabbing you in the chest sort of way -- because Hollywood starlet Drew Barrymore has just turned 167 years old. Feel the appropriate number of years since your birth date yet?

It seems the actress has aged right underneath our noses, as recent photos of her in downtown Los Angeles reveal she's been dried out like a California raisin by the sands of time, and fans are becoming deeply disturbed by this sudden geriatric awakening -- and the concept of Father Time himself.

Barrymore was seen strolling down Sunset Boulevard with a walker and cane, the sun's rays amplifying the insane amount of wrinkles riddled over her living corpse of a body. Passerby were shocked at the biblical passage of time shown through each individual liver spot on the once young and vibrant actress, those online equally shocked that over a century and a half has already come and gone. It seemed like just yesterday when the lispy thespian played the cute little sister in E.T. -- and now she's as senile and wrinkly beige as the actual extra terrestrial. Wow. How time flies.

"I'm just grateful to live my biological mystery of a life span", said Barrymore on a recent Instagram live. "And I'm thankful to everyone who sent me such lovely birthday wishes and passive aggressive shipments of anti-wrinkle creams." She also appeared on The Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, but was unable to hold her mic during her Charlie's Angels Lip Sync Battle, due to her crippling arthritis and the fact that she completely forgot where she was or which talk show Jimmy she was speaking with. However, once sanity returned, she later shared a few photos from the set of her show The Santa Clarita Diet, also revealing how she inspired some of the series' zombie comedy themes, her family and friends never quite knowing whether she was alive or dead, scaring them silly when she would suddenly wake from what seemed like a death like slumber.

Well although the crippling fear of life's impermanence has hit us all like a ton of bricks, maybe our favorite bag of Barrymore bones can teach us a little bit about aging gracefully. And no matter how much her sagging skin folds and Gandalf hair reminds us just how fragile our fleeting mortality truly is, we'll always be happy to see our crusty little golden girl living her best life. We wish you a happy birthday, Drew. And centuries upon centuries more.