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Jiggedy-Jig.

So I'm thirty now. Twenties, good riddance. Does this mean I can finally call myself a man, rather than a boy, without feeling slightly self conscious? Does it mean that there will be certain expectations, social, financial and otherwise, that will now be made of me?

I have no idea, but it certainly means I've got a lot fewer excuses and a few more grey hairs.

I haven't been writing much down, but I've been writing a lot in my head. I feel like something is bubbling up and, soon, I'll get it all down on paper.