Well, I made it. Into my thirties, plural. If you'd asked me at age nine or
so, when I first calculated how old I'd be in the year 2000, I wouldn't have
been so sure that I'd ever have gotten here. Still, I feel like I remain on
some sort of cusp. As far as thirtysomething yuppie lifestyle goes, I'm still
way more WB than BMW. Then again, I'm also really enjoying the new back support
attachment on my desk chair. And -- no patronizing intended -- I do feel now
that being in your 20s is, like, cute, kind of like how Boston's subway system
has colors. Or like: Whopper, Jr. Skipper. You know.
Oh, and do I have any gray hairs? Who knows?
I'll try not to get any from worrying about it.
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