Peanut's birthday BBQ ended two hours ago and I'm hungry already, ravenous even. I don't know what's wrong with me, my appetite seems to be insatiable these days.



We're getting so old. Pretty soon I'm gonna hit the (not so) big two-o, and that scares me. How could it not? In a few years, I will be competing for a job in a saturated industry. In a few years, I will be paving my own future. In a few years, I will be the sole supporter of the family.

I hate that the future is veiled and that no one ever gets a peek into it; I have so many decisions to make, I need to know!

It's times like this that I wish determinism were a factual entity. I know I'm supposed to take chances because that's the only way out but this is too much.



Yeah, I know right, trust me to turn a birthday celebration into another fretting fest.