So yesterday, it happened. IT HAPPEND. I woke up and suddenly, I had a 3 infront of my age. Without a warning. I turned 30 yesterday. People really made a big deal about it...I didn't care. Still don't. Maybe it's because of the cold medication I'm currently on (took too much yesterday to get through the little family get together without sneezing every 5 seconds and well, I swear I saw a unicorn) but I never cared much for my age. 16 wasn't a big deal, neither was 18. Or any big birthdays.
I'm still that weird, childish idiot, that prefers living in a fantasy world instead of the real one.
Got three books, tho. And some money to buy some myself. So, that's a win.