So after a nice relaxing night at Borders shopping for gifts, which by the way Christmas 2006 is the year of the book for me. I decided I needed something for myself. Paroosing the display tables I decided to pick up Something Borrowed. Normally if I am looking for a book I look for something historical or historical fictiony like. This time I decided to be daring, well in truth the cover just really caught my eye. So, while on the train this morning I decided to crack it open. Since I am a slow reader, I only made it to page 4 (bear in mind my train ride is only about 8 min. or so). Within' those 4 pages I have been thoroughly discouraged, not with with the book mind you, but dwelling on turning 30. I mean I haven't really thought of it nor have I ever at any age ever dwelled upon the fact that I will turn 30. Now that my birthday is around the corner (January 20th folks - It's a Saturday night and I am *not* planning my own birthday party this year) I spent my day so far thinking about the big 3-0, granted I will only be turning 27 but still, that will only be 3 years away. I swear I am destined for a super huge mid-life crisis. I spent my prime years sitting inside watching tv and getting fat (literally). Now that I am a slight bit older I think that maybe I should have spent that time doing what people that age do... drink and partake in all kinds of fun (broad range of fun here people).