... but I'm not studying because I am too delighted by this blog, though it was weird envisioning this person as a Mature, Woman-About-Town (and actress on Broadway!), only to find out she is merely two months older than I am. I have forgotten that I'm slowly edging out of my 20s.
Though, in reality, I have always been a firm believer that I am much better with age. At this rate, by 80 I'll be perfect (I'm not sure whether that's slow or fast, but it gives me time for improvement).
In Other News:
I discovered a spider dangling from my sweatshirt after I took the recycling out (the Mountain of Packing Materials is receding). I brushed it off of me, then tried to squish it with a book. Squishing spiders on carpet is practically impossible, so instead I coaxed it into the book, then swiftly closed it! The next person who borrows The Girl Who Played With Fire from me is going to be surprised with the content on page 357.
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