About a half-hour ago I watched the clock change to midnight. I'm 30.
Tomorrow morning I'm going to eat cereal with no character on the box. For lunch I will eat a sandwich on whole-grain bread. I also plan to discuss my goiter with several people at a grocery store with whom I share no real connection. I'll retire to bed at 7:30pm and get up at 4am, go to the IHOP and ask for an early bird special. I will use the word elderly well more than I should.
I tell lies & that makes me happy. No. I'm happy because I immediately tattle. On myself. I'm meta.