a very merry unbirthday

My eldest sister pointed out what I had always suspected: at the age of 27 everything changes. You are suddenly in your late twenties and basically an adult. Even people who went to med school or lived at home and took 7 years to get a speech com degree are finally expected to make a little money and contribute to society. So, I would like to share with you just how I relished my last day as a wuhman-child:

Woke up early due to extreme dehydration. (Very intense birthday party-related aerobics, obviously.) Laid in bed for a while. Got up at about 10:30...ish and went out for a greasy spoon brekky with Lorne and NaNeil. Watched TV for an entire day with

aforementioned breakfast companions. Ate an entire birthday cake with my birthday co-conspirator (Lorne, who turned 27 on Friday and therefore really had no excuse to continue acting like a lady-child). Dumped party dishes into dishwasher. Ok, watched Lorne dump dishes into dishwasher. Whilst eating cake. Ate Doritos for dinner (second big bag of the day) and watched a movie (was a film in French and therefore tres cultural, successfully balancing out the fratboy dinner). Went to bed. Did manage to wash my face and brush my teeth on this very productive day. Once.

Today, I went to work early like a grown-up and worked on thank you cards. I suddenly feel so very mature. Blogging at work is less mature, but it is my [3rd] coffee break. And my birthday. So lay off me.