Bobo called me this afternoon and asked “how does it feel to be spending the last day of being 25”.
I had absolutely no frig*in idea. How is one supposed to feel anyway, spending the last day of being 25?
Well, in the last 2 hours: I’ve had a simple dinner, been feeling down with a bout of bad throat and flu, reluctantly started my notebook to finish up some entry which was supposed to be completed hours ago, ended up catching up on blogs instead and wished I had finished my work first, and crave for a big bag of chips since there’s no birthday cake this year.
Mm. Let’s see how spending the first day of 26 feels like.