I am now in my mid 20s, there's no use denying that, but some of us feel differently than others. Some of us are career-driven, others do their best to be latter-day Peter Pans. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up to the stars." Wilde. Great quotes. "I don't want to earn my living. I want to live."

Truth to tell, not much feels different out here; another day, another step forward with the work I've been doing. The routine remains, but I'm on the cusp of a departure. It seems like the digestive process for the past two years is just about complete. Frank and I are performing our retrospective tomorrow. Zacker and I might write a chapter for a book.

Myself, I don't feel particularly wise or knowledgable about many things. I like to pontificate, but I don't really believe that I know very much, so it always comes as a bit of a surprise when other human beings take my opinion as meaning something. In a lot of ways I like that, but I'm wary of it as well. Seems vaguely dangerous or corrupting. I require ball-busting on a semi-regular basis to function, doubly so if I start taking myself seriously.