Well . . .
After nearly a week and a half of being 30 years old, I have to say its not so bad. Granted, I've had plenty of time to get used to having gray hair already. But I'm rather pleased with the increasing number of people who now call me "sir" (as in "sir, I'm afraid we have to ask you to leave"). I know someday I'll have to switch to saltines and metamucil instead of saltines and gatorade to keep my strength up, but for now being 30 doesn't seem much different from being 29.
In other news, I spoke with Bradley Boyle. He is, in fact, still alive (or at least as alive as one can be in Toledo, OH). Other than that, not much seems to be new with him.
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