And that's a condition that's hard to achieve. Nobody is immune to time. As I approach my 32nd birthday in December, time is something that I'm beginning to be very worried about. I'm a decade behind in my plans for world domination, and at least 20 years behind in construction plans for my Malibu mansion. Behind on time again.
Adulthood is a wonderful thing.
There are so many pleasures available to us grown-ups that it's impossible to mention them all. The list goes on and on. You can buy enough Jell-O pudding to fill a swimming pool or hot tub, if that's what you hanker after. You can spend your entire paycheck on Little Debbie Nutty Bars or Death by Chocolate Ice Cream. April 4 Back from the Dead, circa 1987 Oil started leaking out of the car halfway between here and Cincinnati, causing a shiny red crescent light to illuminate the interior, and I am half expecting the car to blow up at some point, not that anyone will care or even notice anything's changed if it does.