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Another Day
Dec. 15th, 2005 09:46 pmHappy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me -
Happy birthday, dear self,
Happy birthday to me.
Well. 31 feels remarkably like 30, which is to say, older than I ever planned on being but still not quite old enough to feel like a grownup. I wonder if I ever will, or if someday I'll be eighty years old and trying to explain to my friends that I just don't feel mature and responsible enough to have kids yet.
About the only evidence I have that I'm getting older is the fact that, in spite of having tomorrow off, I'd rather curl up in bed right now and fall asleep than stay up all night eating ice cream and watching movies. On the other hand, that could have more to do with lack of sleep than impending age and responsibility....
Happy birthday to me -
Happy birthday, dear self,
Happy birthday to me.
Well. 31 feels remarkably like 30, which is to say, older than I ever planned on being but still not quite old enough to feel like a grownup. I wonder if I ever will, or if someday I'll be eighty years old and trying to explain to my friends that I just don't feel mature and responsible enough to have kids yet.
About the only evidence I have that I'm getting older is the fact that, in spite of having tomorrow off, I'd rather curl up in bed right now and fall asleep than stay up all night eating ice cream and watching movies. On the other hand, that could have more to do with lack of sleep than impending age and responsibility....
