I only say this because Kanadians love them so.
So anyway on this, the 10th anniversary of my 20th birthday, I've been contemplating a few things.
First of all, I've had this dreadful feeling for a couple of days. Somewhere in an alternate universe, chemo didn't work for Andy or maybe we didn't catch it in time. I just have this dreadful feeling that if things wouldn't have gone well, this would be about the time we'd be making funeral arrangements. I know that's such a horrible thing to even think, let alone say, but that's why I have this website so I can get this kinda stuff out.
On a much lighter note I was thinking about the issue of respect. Notoriously I haven't been able to garner much respect because of my age. People always say things like, "I know you have education but I have experience." I'm starting to think this is because they're jealous of my education. Screw you and your experience. Now that my age starts with a "3" instead of a "2" do I now have enough experience to be taken seriously?