This morning, as I was driving to work, I started singing along with whatever song was on the radio. At the end of the song, my brain registered what I'd been intently singing along with.
Time, Love, and Tenderness...by Michael Bolton.
This Monday, I turn 30. Is singing along to some no-talent ass clown a symptom of this new stage of life? Blech.
If that is the case...29 forever!