After a VERY long week, Friday is finally here and I couldn't be happier.
Actually, I would be happier if it was Friday AND I had won the lottery or something along those lines, but we can't be so demanding.
Today it occurred to me that my birthday is in 30 days. I'm officially entering my "late 20's". I don't think I like it. It's like I'm going from being a "twenty something" to being a "twenty a lot". The thought of it is quite disturbing. I wish that I could just jump straight to 30 and leave it at that.
It also occurred to me that in 31 days I will not be able to wear white for like 7 months. I like wearing white. It makes me feel wholesome. But whatever. Back to black we'll go but until then it'll be all white all the time.
This weekend is looking quite promising aside from the whole so much to do so little time thing... tonight there shall be laughter and dancing, tomorrow there will be music and dancing, and then on sunday I may or may not once again attempt to walk into a church without fear of lightning bolts coming at me...
If that fails, of course, there is always the beach.