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I sorta kinda assumed that the whole being-over-thirty thing was just a gag, and that at any time one of my pals would pop out from somewhere and fess up, and I'd be twenty-four again. Doesn't look like it.
Thirty-two. Two to the fifth. Hunh.
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Alas... it's not a joke.
Could be worse -- you could be 32 to the 6th.
Happy birthday!
Of course I meant to say 2 to the 6th. Apparently 32 to the 6th is 1,073,741,824.
Hee. Yeah, when I turned 31, I was like, wait... you mean this thing keeps going? Happy birthday!
I loved my 30s and really felt I hit my stride personally and professionally when I turned 35. Maybe the same will be true for you.
I love how everyone who commented here has the same name. Except me. I ruin everything.