Tomorrow I will be walking that knife's edge between closer to 30, and closer to 40.
Not that I particularly care. I suppose that it helps that people are surprised to find out my age. I tell them that it's because I'm Aaaaasssian, and I use "Perrrrrr crrrreeeeaam" to keep my face young and soft.
Actually, that's not true, I use Cetaphil, and only when I can be arsed to remember.
Anyhoodles. How must I celebrate? Well, let me tell you, it sure won't be with a honking big cup of steaming coffee!!
That's right, the curse of my family has finally struck me. High blood pressure.
So I get to enjoy my the morning of my 35th year with a nice tall glass of cold water, and a 25MG tab of Hydrochlorothiazide. Oh yes, and don't forget that banana to stave off the potential potassium deficiency.
Damn!! DAMN!!! I miss that coffee. But Sarge says he'll kill me if I die.