I'm old.

This comes as no revelation to most of you, but I just felt like saying it. Maybe it comes from the passing of the year, coming of the new year, and my birthday... Something like that, put all together with the strange strawberry mint shake I made myself... I guess we're saving the eggnog for tomorrow, hence the strawberries. I don't know... They go good with most things; most fruits. Weird.

Of course, age is all relative. After all, it's only been a year since I ended my extended sojourn on a college campus... As an undergrad. And I feel tired. That always makes you feel old. Regardless, the New Year is upon us, and I should write a little something before I let it pass me by.




Of course, trying to find something meaningful to write is not always possible when the clock is approaching one in the morning, so never mind. I will just say goodnight.

LB