Well, here it is. I'm 27. I'm well on the road to old age.

Jen was a total sweetie this weekend. She took me out to dinner at a fondue restaurant on Ventura Boulevard, and got me a bunch of stuff she really didn't need to. Some sneakers, a few shirts, and a really cool watch...

... but I'm getting old. Bleh.

My sister Donna, my little baby sister, is being accepted to /colleges/. I'm finally accepting the realization that I'm getting close to 30, and well... let's just say that my back isn't what it used to be.

I'm old.

But happy.