I may get used to this thing called being an adult. I realized that it comes with its own instances of fun irresponsibility. It reminds me of that thrill I used to get in elementary school; I realized eating dessert first at lunch was a decision I could finally make.

Now it’s decisions like: should I take a shot NyQuil for my cold or finish the rest of the wine in the fridge instead? Should I find out what that rancid smell is in the kitchen is or should I just light some more incense?

These decisions are easy!