No. 174: twenty.. something

Okay.

So today I'm 20 years old.
19 was a completely worthless age. Not the greatest year of my life either. Not totally miserable, but not superfantabulous.
Hopefully this one will be better, although 20, aside from an exit from "that teenage feeling", offers me nothing. Not legal drinking, not the ability to rent a car. Just double decades and only one "e".
In the words of the Mountain Goats, "I am gonna make it through this year/ if it kills me".
Last night was a lot of fun. Went to "Submarine to Sebastian's Under the Sea" (otherwise known as Rocket to Venus) with Mike and Dave and Dom and his girlfriend Alyson, and "Little" Sterling. Dave and I ordered Brussel sprouts and sliders... delish.

And now I'm at work, but both of my bosses are out of the office. I don't really want to stick around until Jean gets back and thinks up something for me to do, but I feel totally lame coming in for twenty minutes, doing nothing and leaving. I'm going to go ask Edit if they have anything. Then I'm gonna bail.

Mum and everyone come home today from the DR. Very exciting. I missed them.

Oh, and also: Check out the Bake Sale EP by the Cool Kids. "Basement Party" is (in the words of the recently black Mike Normyle) "chron".

Cheers.
H.