So this is what it feels like to be 35! Not bad I suppose, though not as nice as it felt when I turned 25. My life is much better than it was then, but my body is a lot worse off compared to then as well. I wish I could say that I plan on spending the day in quiet reflection on my life to date and my plans for the future, but I’m just not that deep of a fellow. Instead I plan on spending the day eating food that’s probably bad for me and tearing into presents with wild abandon not seen since my childhood. After all, what’s the point of being an adult if you can’t act childish every now and then?