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I definitely don’t feel it, but that’s what I am as of today.  I really don’t feel any older than I did at 24, but ask any of my friends, and they’ll tell you I’ve been a crotchety old man since high school.

The day itself has passed uneventfully. Aside from the stream of facebook wall posts, and a few extra texts, it really is no different than any other Tuesday.  It’s kind of hard to understand how something that used to seem so important as a child and even as a young adult, just doesn’t anymore. It’s all just so anti-climactic now.

I live in my skull. I'm under my eyelids. You can't touch me.

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