Freak Out Week

In six days I turn, ugh, twenty-seven. I thought twenty-five was bad. This is most definitely worse. Only because of the 27 year curse that took Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Curt Cobain, etc. I can't believe that the last 9 years have happened so fast, especially the last four. They're a blur. I just keep thinking that my life is passing me by and I'm not living it, but I know that's not entirely true. Most of my life is still ahead of me, the most productive years, and probably the most fun and fulfilling years. I should be excited, and I am, I really am. I'm also nervous. There is a lot to do and the time for slacking is behind me. I guess the thing that bothers me most is the total absence of a certain side of my life that most people have down by now. The whole love and relationships thing. It's something that once upon a time I gave quite a bit of thought to but never really pursued, I just keep hoping that someday it will fall into place, I'm not impatient and I'm comfortable with where I am. But like Sally said, "...and I'm going to be 40!" Harry,"Not for another (13 years)." Sally,"I know, but its OUT there!" Le sigh. Screw it, let it unfold as God intends, no use pining or moping. Besides next Monday I get to go to Disneyland for FREE!