Look, I don't want to alarm anyone. I certainly don't want anyone getting as upset as I got upon looking in the bathroom mirror this morning. I suppose it was only inevitable.
But really? 11 weeks short of my 32nd birthday? Couldn't it have held out just a little while longer until I got an official chronological confirmation that I'm really not getting any younger?
Am I officially old now? What does this mean, my first gray hair? More importantly, HOW IN THE HELL DO I STOP IT FROM HAPPENING AGAIN?