Epiphany

Today is my birthday. I'm 24. Everyone says "oh, 24 is no big deal," like now that I've over 21 I don't really have anything to look forward to, but I don't buy any of that. It's not like the purpose of my life is to purchase or drink alcohol or pass any sort of legal benchmarks set by the state. This is another year to be alive and quite frankly I think I am more excited to be 24 than I was to be 21. 24 is a good, solid number. It's divisible by 2,3,4,6,8 and 12. It is the number of hours in a day. It's the number of years I have been on this planet. Thank goodness for 24!
(also, it is apparently an action-packed TV show, although I haven't watched it)
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Tonight I got food and frozen yogurt with friends, then we went to see Children of Men, which is a breathtaking movie, unspeakably bleak while bound to hope. I think it should have been released as a Christmas movie, as it is the closest thing you will ever see to a science fiction nativity story, albiet through a firmly agnostic lens.