Happy Travis Day
Jesus. Today I'm 27 fucking years old.
I'm old.
I started the day off (from midnight on) in excellent and memorable ways (I've never felt so strongly about white wine) and it's been a pretty damn good day so far. Surprisingly low-key and yet, more than a little positive. It simultaneously feels more like "just another day" than any birthday I've ever had and yet, special all at the same time.
This last year went relatively well, despite a lot of major karmic hiccups right at the end of it. Let's see if Year 27 isn't an improvement, in terms of lifestyle, health, happiness, sociability, perhaps fashion, and most importantly, productivity.
Fucking hell. Twenty-seven? Let's not think about that.
Cheers, all you young'ns. This round's on me.
I'm old.
I started the day off (from midnight on) in excellent and memorable ways (I've never felt so strongly about white wine) and it's been a pretty damn good day so far. Surprisingly low-key and yet, more than a little positive. It simultaneously feels more like "just another day" than any birthday I've ever had and yet, special all at the same time.
This last year went relatively well, despite a lot of major karmic hiccups right at the end of it. Let's see if Year 27 isn't an improvement, in terms of lifestyle, health, happiness, sociability, perhaps fashion, and most importantly, productivity.
Fucking hell. Twenty-seven? Let's not think about that.
Cheers, all you young'ns. This round's on me.