Since it's getting closer, I thought I would grab one of these things again.
Like a bad horror-movie bad-guy, my twenty-fifth birthday keeps sneaking up on me. I'm going to be a quarter of a century, and it kind of scares me. I never had problems with my birthday until the last one, the first time I had to tell someone I was 24, I nearly choked. At least I won't be in ResLife training this year.