So… I guess I’m 23 now.
It feels kind of weird. Nothing’s different. I mean, when I went to the gym today, I punched a different number into the elliptical… but that’s really the only thing that’s different.
We had a nice night. Went out to a grown-up bar. They were playing Mean Girls instead of SportsCenter. Back at home, birthday festivities may have included champagne, Scrabble, Law & Order and mac & cheese. Quiet. Happy. Birthday.
I still had to do the dishes. Some things will never change.