Well it *is* past midnight I guess it's a time for lethargy. Still I was hoping to shave tonight. And do pushups. Didn't do either of those things. You may have noticed that my ambitions are not exactly Shakesperean in their scope these days. The imminent onset of middle age you know. Worked a bit on the second draft of my current play. So much for the last night of my twenty eighth year (that means I'm going to be 28, lot of people don't get that, it's the same thing with that whole millennium controversy) Of course, it's technically 1/11 now, making it my birthday. I have passed through Rock Star Death Age intact. I'm not sorry I'm alive, but I am sorry I'm not a rock star.
The whole early/md/late twenties thing is actually a subject of much controversy. I'm inclined to agree with you, except there was this guy at my 26th birthday party who was insisting quite forcefully that i was in my late twenties, I had to back down. It's certainly the "latter twenties". But really I was in my mid twenties that whole time and I scarcely appreciated that. Very typical of me.
I'm looking forward to helping you celebrate your introduction into your Late 20s. Just remember that some rock stars improve with age. Or at least become mummified shells of their younger selves, never growing old through a combination of plastic surgery and Botox amplified with Mystic Tans.
Actually, don't be like that.
YOU LAZY BASTARD. WHILE YOU SIT ON YOUR BUTT TUESDAY I WORK A DOUBLE SHIFT. HOPE YOU PLAN ON VISITING EVANSTON SOON.