I’m twenty-six years old now. Which is really only a day over twenty-five years, three-hundred and sixty-five days, which is how old I was the day before yesterday; but twenty-six years is a much better-sounding age. Time is weird.
For my birthday, I got a pretty swanky shirt with Admiral Ackbar on it, two very nifty pairs of Boba Fett socks, a book (Neil Patrick Harris’s Choose Your Own Autobiography, which has a very nice first four pages and I’ll get back to you all once I’ve read more), and tickets to see Jerry Seinfeld when he’s here in May! A very nice haul for twenty-six, although I think not as nice a haul for some other ages. Interesting how different our tastes are at different ages. Again, time is weird.
I hope you all had a great day on my birthday, which for the rest of you was in fact just Saturday; unless of course any of you were also celebrating a birthday yesterday, in which case happy belated birthday to you!