Well well, wellity, well. If it isn’t our old friend the slow yet unmerciful and unrelenting passing of time? How good of you to drop by sir, I see you’ve come to take my youth and innocence. How lovely of you!
I’m about to be 29 in a few months and, In case you haven’t noticed by that poor excuse for an intro, I’m a tad freaked out. I mean, 29 — that’s like a year away from 30. THIRTY!!! I remember things that happened when I was 25 like they were last week… and yet, literal last week was a blur. God, the slow intellectual decline is already getting me.
