Today, the 100th day of 2003, is my 27th birthday. And do I feel old. I can tell I'm getting old because as I looked at the "27," I was thinking "Hmm, actually, that doesn't sound so old." Meaning, that I'm so far removed from my teens and early twenties that now what I'm thinking is, "I'm still a few years away from 30." Twenty-seven is probably the last year you can really enjoy before turning 30. At 29, you're dreading it all year, and at 28, you're thinking of all the stuff you want to do and enjoy before you turn 29, when you'll be spending all your time worrying about turning 30. By "you," of course, I mean "me."I always thought 26 would be a big year for me. Or I'd hoped it would be. On the surface, very little has changed. But when I looked back, things are drastically different. Besides the same thankless, mind-numbing, dead-end job, a lot's happened over the past year, events with implications reaching far into the future. I stopped speaking to two of my formerly closests friends in past year, and moved out of my Park Slope home of three years. A year ago, I was still pining over Miss Charming Melodee, devising all manner of schemes to see that too fruition. So in that regard, it was a rather big year for me.
Anyway, I've never been one for birthday hoopla. This year will be characteristically low-key. Dinner at a sushi place in the Slope, followed by drinks at Great Lakes. Perhaps I will buy myself a new watch as well. My current watch, which I bought during the despondent summer of 1997, broke somewhat when I tried to change the date. So it still works, but you can't change the time anymore. So it's a day and a half off and, now due to daylight savings time kicking, is two hours off instead of one. That extra hour has inspired me to get a new watch. And now I see that Apple is coming out with newly updated iPods, so the current 10GB model is now more than a hundred dollars cheaper at Target. The money is dwindling, the wants increase. It's a modern-day Greek tragedy.
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