It's about twenty till midnight, which means I can still get this blog in on time.
I'm 37 years old and I'm not sure I like it. I will reserve judgement since I've only been 37 for 23 hours, but my first impression is that it's nothing to write home about. Honestly, I'm not really feeling 37. I don't even know what 37 is supposed to feel like.
If anyone who has lived through 37 would like to offer some insight, let me know what I'm in store for. Because it's not a landmark age so I don't really know what to expect.
Anyway, that's it for now. I'm sleepy...
Happy Birthday Self!