Age is just a number--just because the state of California says she's an adult won't make Reg so

Today I cried for the first time this year.

No, I sobbed hysterically. I believe sobbing may be a side-effect of spending 2 hours on the phone with an airline.

What did I do then? I used the shameful tactic of calling my daddy while I was sobbing. Then my poor father used the shameful tactic of calling his mother because he has little experience with the mystery that is sobbing women (-fun fact-there has been a psychological study that concluded there was significant evidence that smelling a woman's tears reduced the levels of testosterone in men.)

Gram made it all better.

Tomorrow I become an adult. What then? Do I still call my father sobbing, begging him to fix my problems? Why has 18 been deemed a magical age where the adolescent me suddenly transforms into an adult?

Adult is only a word (its meaning merely how we perceive it...)* Turning 18 tomorrow will do little. I'll be the same person I am today, only with "rights"--to smoke, buy porn, join the military, vote, and the oppressive responsibility of being legally responsible for my own actions.

Well, 5 hours left. Wish me luck.


*Put that in your pipe and smoke it...Summer...just kidding dearie