It's statements like this that make me love Ory at The Berry Patch so very, very much:

My birthday, and assorted birthday celebrations, were this past week. The days remaining in my glorious 20s are numbered. I should hurry up and try some hallucinogenic drugs and learn some dance moves. That, or the other school of thought would indicate that I should have some babies, as soon as I learn to take care of myself first. It all depends on whether the end of the beginning is the beginning of the end.

Word to that, especially the baby thing. A couple of months ago, a lady I know asked me how old I was and then said to me, "You know, my daughter is 29 and has two boys that are 6 and 4." Well, goody for her! I'm a medical student! I can't even keep myself together! Aaaaaargh. These days, women are not barren after 18, you know.