I am young.
I am old.
I am 30 years of age today.
Apparently, there aren't really words.
Will I go back to not caring after today? Or will I start wearing makeup and buying wrinkle cream? Gosh, I might color my hair! Uh, probably not, though.
Heh. I've spent more time thinking about my age this year than I did in any of the preceding 29. However, I think "not caring" is probably gonna be the order of the rest of my personal chunk of this millenium.