I don’t know: I feel like I’m getting old, this week. Maybe it’s my ass-early epistemology class that’s in one of those little overheated basement classrooms, which reminds me very strikingly of the ass-early ethical theory class I took my freshman year in a similarly little overheated basement classroom, which gets me thinking about how my freshman year was rather a long time ago, proportionally speaking, and maybe I really ought to have graduated by now, and good lord I still keep telling people I’m 21, not because I’m like under the impression that I am still 21 and not because I think other people won’t like me if they find out that I’m not still 21 but shit - I forget, sometimes.