At midnight tonight I began the last day of being in my twenties. Thank God.

I'm not ready or qualified for my thirties, but who really gives a shit about ready or qualified? I'll do just about anything I need to, anything I need to do to survive and not be in my twenties anymore. I imagine I'll pick up the hows to do it as I go along. It worked for Art History class, didn't it? so why not this?

(6.42 p.m. this evening; I'm trying not to think about it too hard because I don't want an accident to befall me so that I die before I get to 30; if I can get to 30 I'll be fine, and then from there I can safely reflect on the fact that I honestly never thought I would make it this far: I thought something would happen and I would die while in my twenties. Still, I suppose I should do something to say goodbye to them. A ceremony, perhaps? Is there a card for this kind of thing? "Congratulations, self, for not committing suicide or becoming involved in a radical political organization the FBI  had to firebomb when you were 26"?)