13 days

In 13 days the world will end. I'll turn thirty; I feel sixty, but just recently I've begun to feel as if maybe, just maybe I'm sixty going on twenty. I think I'm really just confused. All I know, is that I feel as if I'm on the cusp of something big. Big.

Anyway (fun fact: one of my bigger pet peeves is when someone says or writes the word "anyways." There is no plural form of the word "anyway;" you can't have more than one "anyway."), I think I should move on...perhaps leave a record before the world ends--just for the off chance it doesn't. Sometimes I'm an incredibly juvenile near thirty year old sixty something going on twenty.