So this is 23.
So far, not bad. There was free coffee and cake involved. And a new CD. And a call from my stepgrandmother. And homemade potholders. I got an A on the paper of death that I wrote in a frantic hurry last week.
Was that last week? Wow. Feels like longer ago.
Anyway, getting used to 23 kind of wore me out. So I’m going to put myself to bed like the responsible adult that I am.