I turn 31 tomorrow.
Hold you applause.
First sign of old age? I'm looking to buy a new bag. Yeah, a bag.
You know, one that goes over your shoulder and holds your crap.
My last NYWC bag (they give you a freebie every year at the convention) is almost ready to disintegrate and since I'm not a huge fan of the one they gave out this year I'm on the hunt.
Yeah. Meaningless. Trivial. And somewhat embarrassing.
But it is what it is.