So as of yesterday, I’m now 24 years old. The trouble with being 24 is that it’s not very much different from being 23, and that in turn wasn’t much different from being 22 and so on, and that goes back a ways, but not all the way back as I figure puberty must count for something. Almost makes me wish there were most stages, more fur where there was no fur before (actually, not really ) something to make these years a little more different from the previous than just a number.
Of course, I imagine in not too long, other changes will happen, and I’ll be wishing for the time when the years ticking over where the only change