Jejune

That's about what anything I could say for the moment would amount to, but as per my general desire to meet my self-imposed monthly quota, I'm rocking the midnight hour post.

In uninteresting news I'm clean shaven for the first time in, well I can't remember. It's an odd experience seeing the old (young) face, especially as it's hardly aged in twelve years. I don't know how the clean-shaven do it from an upkeep standpoint.

Perhaps I was subconsciously influenced by the clean faces facing me from the stage at Book of Mormon. As the first musical I've ever attended, I might also make it my last, not because it wasn't good, but on the contrary, it was just so up my alley that perhaps only Marc M. could outdo it.

Less talk more rock.

The Age of Reason

Well, that time that approaches some of us has approached me. I speak of the age known as thirty. You could call it an arbitrary milestone. I might. But either way, I now get to refer to everything as "shit I did in my twenties." I also get to say everything I do in the hours leading up to it is the last I do of that thing before I'm thirty. You can do this for every year. It could be annoying, or it could be fun. I might let you know how it plays out, but probably not.

At any rate, it's arriving very soon and I expect to hit it feeling only a day older than twenty-nine.