I wrote a whole post about how much I love the new Fiona Apple record, but it gotten eaten. Suffice to say, it is amazing. I can't remember loving an album so much on the first listen. It's been on since about four this afternoon.
Tomorrow, I turn 21. I've never been terrified about a birthday before. This is the last fun birthday; the last milestone birthday. I feel like I'm no longer getting older, I'm just getting old. That's a semi-ridiculous way to feel, I know, but I've been teetering on the edge of adulthood for a while now and tomorrow I finally fall over the edge. It's sink or swim.
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You can join me in 21 year old slumber for a whole three days, then I'm the grandma. I can't believe I'm going to be 22. Incredibly frightening.
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