Not long ago, I turned 28. T-w-e-n-t-y-e-i-g-h-t. I don't know why this weirds me out so much. It is 27 + 1. I should have expected it. Maybe it's the fact that if I turned 28, there's probably a good chance I will turn 30, seeing as 26 doesn't seem like that long ago and it's two years either way. And then that's it. Bye-bye, twenties. Bam. Adulthood. I don't think I'm ready.