Today is my birthday. The universe is officially 35 years old today! :-)

Another year without anyone discovering that I have been faking being a grown-up for all these years. Maybe soon I'll have to start being all responsible.

My forties are not long off. Funny how round numbers are psychologically significant; there is nothing I can do at forty that I couldn't do at thirty nine (or vice versa). Then again, maybe I'll start wearing knitted cardigans and voting conservative – who knows!

Actually I think I'm going to avoid all that “OMG I'm going to be forty!” nonsense, and only worry about ages that are a power of two. Sixty-four is a long ways away, so I can relax for a while. Maybe by then I'll also be a grown-up for real, or I may just leave that for my one-hundred-and-twenty-eighth birthday.