Quick Ruminations from 23-24

This doesn't feel like a particularly important birthday. 22 was exciting (Hello, gastric bypass). 23 was good (Goodbye, 100 lbs). And 24? I've only lost another 35 lbs, and I can't lose the last 10, which fucking pisses me off. Sure, I graduated college, but I should have done that in 2007, so whatever. I'm very much "in flux" right now, so to celebrate the last years of my life seems silly, as there is so much I feel I need to do before my life is validated.