I think it's set in that I'm 27 now. Twenty-seven. Mind-blowing to me. People can't even ask the question, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" anymore cause I passed that space on the gameboard awhile back.
So then that means the I-want-to-do should be happening now. And it kinda is...or in the process of being just about to. I'm still pouring some time into art, if an eye-dropper squeeze counts as pouring.
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