Officially thirty something

I didn't much like reaching thirty. But it was tolerable because I was not yet thirty-something. Just thirty.

When you're just thirty, it's like y2k. You know, the whole "millennium doesn't really start until 2001" thing.

"I'm not in my thirties until I'm 31."

"Hey, I'm not old yet, but when I look to the left, I see old people."


So here I am, officially thirty something, re-entering the atmosphere, hoping my ceramic tiles will hold, and that I didn't take on any foam-damage on the way up.


Oh, I'll get over it. But already I don't like it.