I never thought I’d spend an evening of my life paying bills. How depressing is that? The bills pile up for a few weeks and then one evening you sit down and go through them all, writing a ton of checks, and licking too many stamps and envelopes. I always thought this was the kind of thing grownups did around the kitchen table. It’s kind of freaking me out. I’m 21 years old. I’m not supposed to be a grownup. I’m not supposed to be paying bills. I’m supposed to be young and stupid and reckless. I’m still supposed to be a kid.
I better go play with my blocks to make up for all this grownup behavior.