Unless it’s escaped your notice, it was my birthday 16 days ago. I turned 32. Yeah, no kidding. According to the consensus, I look like I’m in my late twenties and act like I’m in my early twenties. Except I’m usually in bed at 10:30pm nowadays, not getting ready to go out clubbing. But I still have the fear that one day it’s going to catch up to me and it’ll all go downhill. Fast.