I can't sleep. I fell asleep watching earlier "Sideways" tonight and now I can't return to sleep. It sucks.
So I have been thinking about life a lot since I turned a year older a couple of days ago. 24 feels womanly. It feels whole. Complete. Old, but nice. 23 was a GREAT age, but 24 is feeling pretty sweet, too.
I wanted to write some deep, philosophical essay right now, but I'm re-reading She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb again and it's calling me right now.
Live. Laugh. Love.