24

It would appear I'm in my mid-twenties now. I woke up to several emails reminding me, about half of which were automated greetings from forums - but thank you for the birthday wishes. I feel slightly bad myself about not really remembering anyone's birthdays apart from those that happen to be on the same day as mine, even though things like Facebook and Livejournal relentlessly remind us that they're coming up.

Being 23 wasn't as amazingly remarkable as I had perhaps feared, although once again I'm surprised that it's come round again so quickly. That also means I've been working for just over two years in America.

Whitney got me the card you can see on the left. Apparently it's meant to be me. And it reassures me inside that I won't be an 'alien' soon, but seeing as the last time I phoned the immigration service they were still processing applications from November 2007 it might be a while yet. She also gave me a new self-cleaning semi-sentient shaver, and I received a couple of albums from her parents - who probably buy me the most music now as I keep forgetting to do it myself.

I also got an e-card from my parents with a teddy bear on it. I think their ideal aging process for me is something like a tenth of the rate that it's progressing just now.