I am getting old.

It’s my birthday soon, and I am getting old. Well, definitely older at any rate, firmly ensconced in the latter portion of my twenties. In fact, I am almost at the age where it’s rude to ask, where if anyone inquires I can legitimately (but not amusingly) joke “21. Hahaha.”

The problem with the pre-life crisis that I have been having for many years now is that I am really by default now not in any pre-life situation. I’ll be having a pre-mid-life crisis any year now, but I’m still not sure whether I’ve successfully completed anything I set out to achieve. Actually, I don’t think I ever had the presence of mind to sit down and decide what I was going to set out to achieve.

But I do have a blog. Yay.