Thirty Going on... Well, Just Going on

"So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death."

Thank you, Pink Floyd. Today, I am pushing thirty no longer. From now on, thirty will be pushing me; towards forty, towards flab, phlebitis and frothing at the corner of my mouth as I keel over for the final curtain. Yet, I celebrate this absurd day for I have managed to hand in my thesis two months ago, and things are generally good. I am, however, stressed out over cooking and making drinks for roughly 50 people on this day, so I must run. I will proffer a more lengthy, philosophical entry on (the possibility of) life after 30 soon. Until then: Raise your glasses and drink to this old bastard.