It’s been quiet around here. I went on two very nice dates these past two weekends. I’m hopeful again that some one person out there could be perfect for me and since I’m not insane I’m not saying this is that person but there is enough potential that I’m having fun again with dating. I think I met a good one.
In a week I’ll be 27.
I’m comforted by the idea that I’m not a year closer to death, but instead am regularly a day/hour/minute/second closer to death and never even notice. Sometimes never.