Turning 30…
is a terrible way to end one’s twenties!
Still, everyone who survives this long does it, so I guess I can take some consolation in the fact that turning 30 seems to be a vastly more popular choice than the alternative—which is, of course, not to live past 29.
I wish I had something more insightful to say on this occasion, but it is rather late and I have an urgent deadline to meet first thing in the morning, so I guess I’ll have to save the commentary for later. In that sense, being 30 (at least so far) is a lot like being an undergrad, just without the youthful vitality required to stay out drinking all night and still be able to pull off a passable bit of work the next morning.
