So I turned 30 on Friday. I guess it's one of those "milestone" ages that's supposed to be significant and prompt every manner of wistful rumination.
It really hasn't, though, and not because I'm too cool for school or any such thing, but mainly I went through my quarter-life WTF last year when I turned 29, so I've had a year to prepare for the big 3-0.
Now the countdown begins to 31, upon which I will be ejected from the singles ward. Krom!