It’s my birthday and I’m beginning to understand how I feel. I am older. Not old, but certainly not as young as everyone insists that twenty four really is. My projections of life at twenty four are right on par. Does that mean that my life is predictable/dull or am I simply to be commended for setting and achieving a goal?

I am putting my trust in you.

The car shit the bed to the tune of three thousand dollars. I’m thinking that it just might be time to purchase a new car. Well, a new old car. You know, something new to me.

My evaluator is here to see me, but I just sat on the phone and ignored her. She said she will come back. I’d rather she just waited until I finished my phone call.