Here's something frightening.

What's it mean when you don't even remember your own age? At this very moment, I'm not even sure if I'm 27 or 28. Dead serious. There's something severly wrong with this picture.

Ok, wait, let me count.

[time passes...]

Alright, I'm 27 now. 28 at the end of the year.

Is that right? I'm only 27?

Geez. I have considerable expectations for myself and I'm only 27. Last year, I think I was saying I was 27 six months before my 27th birthday. Something to do with the time-space continuum? I suppose it's been about a year since then, so I'm on cue to start thinking I'm 28.

Or maybe I should just move my birthday to July.

Frightening.