contentSigns, part II: We were all tired and ready to call it a night by 10:30, and that was just fine with everyone.
I turn 29 this coming week. As is often the case, I've absolutely failed to make plans because the beginning of the semester scrambled my brains (well, more than they naturally are.) Plus, my GREs are next Saturday. We'll have to aim for a party for next year; maybe if I have a year, I'll actually manage to plan something (and my birthday is on a Friday next year. Sweet.) I've been low-level freaking out about 29 while feeling that I shouldn't be freaking out about 29. I have low-level issues about getting old, and my late twenties have been pretty damned good to me.
Anyhow, I ramble. I should go make some tea and talk to Faith.