Text me.

Him: Can we make plans not in a text message?

Me: I like texting.

Him: Well maybe that's because I'm an adult and you're a child.

Me: Sometimes I can say something in a text that would take an hour of bullshitting to get out of a conversation on the phone.

That was the beginning of the annoyance I could hear in his voice.

Text messaging. Is there really an age where people began holding their conversations through their fingers rather than their ears and mouths? Is the birth year cut off 1982? What 27-year-old doesn't text? My DAD texts me to tell me he's in town. He turns 50 next week. Oy vey. Someone make me a drink. Or send me a text and we'll go get one.

Normally.

Normally, I am the Scrooge of weddings. I don't like going and watching a happy couple exchange vows that link them to each other 'til death do them part, but today, I turned over a new leaf when I attended the stellar wedding of my friend, Andrea. I guess it helps if you go with a cute boy who can dance (and when your knee feels well enough to do so).

*sigh*

Exhausted....

...only a 20-page paper, 15-minute presentation and 15-page final left. The end is (almost) near.