pillows and time

My boyfriend has been away for two nights, and I have been having fun with the pillows in his absence. Not like that. Quite the opposite. I piled them all up in the middle of the bed and made a mega-pillow. Just because I could. Oh yeah, I was stretching out all over the place. Mainly in the bed, obviously.

I will be glad when he is back, but I will miss the mega-pillow.

You might think I should have more important concerns than this in the year that I turn 30, but I don't, so stop judging me.

Anyway, I think nothing disproves my fear of turning 30 more than the invention of the mega-pillow. Look how carefree I am. I'm clearly not bothered. Not at all.

And anyway 30's are the new 20's.

We have a stupid measurement system that just upsets people for no good reason. I blame the measurement system entirely. Maybe in a few years it will be able to be sued for causing stress and psychological damage. But the point is this: It doesn't matter how many times this arbitrary planet goes round the stupid sun.

I certainly wouldn't want to be the man who invented the measurement system right now.