While I still enjoy celebrating my birthday, which was Sunday, it does feel a little strange when I remember that I'm not actually aging. I'm fairly certain I stopped aging about five years ago, when I was twenty, which would make sense since I was about nineteen or twenty when it happened in my dreams. In a few years I'm going to have to magic up a fake ID or something because when I'm forty people are simply going to believe that my current ID is fake if I still look twenty. Oh well, I suppose I have plenty of time until I have to deal with that.