I woke up every half hour last night. Each time I felt worse than the time before. It doesn’t matter how exhausted I am, if I even think about anything remotely stressful, it’s impossible to get more than 4 hours of sleep in.

But I’m 25 now. That’s pretty okay, I guess. I like how there’s two digits and 25 is a good solid number, like if you add three more 25's you get 100. It’s all very equal and well-rounded and things could be a lot worse.

Although, if we’re being honest here, I also woke up with large, mysterious bruises on my thigh and abdomen so I probably have leukemia.