Raise a Glass of Metamucil
A black cat crossing your path. An open umbrella, indoors. A broken mirror. Friday the thirteenth. Happy birthday to me!
So far today has been good. Granted, it's not even 9 am, but still. So far so good. It's cool this morning, and considering how much my mood is affected by the weather, it should be a good day. Cool day = good/great. Warm day = okay. Hot day = bad. Hot day + humidity = there is no way I will be chipper, not even with arctic air conditioning and an Office marathon.
I'm 24. It's weird to be nearing my mid-twenties. Thankfully, Brandon is 2 years older than me, so I experience birthdays vicariously through him. So 24 doesn't seem so old, not that it would be anyway. So you 40+ people who get all annoyed when whippersnappers say that we're old, calm down and drink some metamucil. It's all good.
So far today has been good. Granted, it's not even 9 am, but still. So far so good. It's cool this morning, and considering how much my mood is affected by the weather, it should be a good day. Cool day = good/great. Warm day = okay. Hot day = bad. Hot day + humidity = there is no way I will be chipper, not even with arctic air conditioning and an Office marathon.
I'm 24. It's weird to be nearing my mid-twenties. Thankfully, Brandon is 2 years older than me, so I experience birthdays vicariously through him. So 24 doesn't seem so old, not that it would be anyway. So you 40+ people who get all annoyed when whippersnappers say that we're old, calm down and drink some metamucil. It's all good.
