I woke up thinking I was 19 today. After a few minutes, I “realized” I was 21. It took a while for system communication to kick in and remind me (whoever I am/was) that I turned 22 LAST year and am almost 23. It took a while for me to think about it and figure out that this was actually true. Somehow knowing that is oddly painful. I shouldn’t be older than I think I am…and at the same time I shouldn’t complain. L is 12 and some of us are much younger than that. I can only imagine how they feel.