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Sun Nov 07, 2004 6:51 pm
The 8th of November. I'm 23. God! Death is knocking on my door!At least my gray hair went away (I had it when I was 19).
I mean, what do you celebrate at 23? 21 was well... 21. 22 was the year after 21. 23 is crap! Its a slow and painful march to 30! I feel like the odometer on my Q, waiting to tick over to 200k.
Parents are gone, so I'll invite some people over and hang out, but not for long -- I have a tremendous amount of studying to do for some exams on Tuesday.
After I send everyone home, it'll be me, a few tall mugs of Guinness, and my books. And to be honest, thats what I enjoy doing most with my time -- wait did I just say that? I did! I really am getting old. If I was 19 I'd be out drunk 5 nights leading up to and 5 nights after my birthday.
I'm going to start shopping for caskets and nursing homes.
-Jesda