I'm finding the thought of my upcoming birthday to be incredibly underwhelming. I'm not at all excited about it, seeing as I have nothing planned for it. And it falls on the worst day of the week. Bleh.
At least the boys in the workshop will remember seeing as I set a nice little reminder in their Outlook calendars, heehee.
I'm starting to feel that apprehension about getting older though. I'll be 27, but there's so much I haven't had the chance to experience yet that other people my age have done many times. Maybe I'm worried that I'll run out of time the older I get? I don't know. I could just be being very womanish and want to stay young forever for vanity's sake, though I've only recently started being a little vain about my appearance. I am definitely starting to embrace my curves and thick mane of hair.
I think I shall keep telling myself that age is only a number, and then all will be hunky dorey.
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