Today I turned 31. It feels a whole lot like 21, really. I mean, where have the past few years gone? I had made a "life list" of things I wanted to accomplish by the time I was thirty. (insert a really big hearty laugh here.) Thirty was SO OLD just ten years ago. But now? Thirty is the new 20, right? I'm not bothering with making a life list of things to accomplish by the time I'm forty. If it's something I want to do, I figure I'll get to it. If I don't, then it must not have been something I really wanted to do too badly.
So, I'll be spending the day at work. Helping sick people be well again. I just hope somebody doesn't decide to give me the gift of illness.