Am starting to feel as though life may be worth living again.

Went out last night to celebrate roommate's promotion. I thought maybe that meant he would now be working with 501Ks but apparently that is not the case (oh, I do amuse myself) Enjoyed expensive martinis and cheap humor and wound up in the (literally) fishy-smelling bar of a seafood restaurant at 1AM playing I never. Was overcome with shame at realization that I am thirty two and still playing I never. Even worse, the list of things I've never done has not changed that much since I played in college.

Note to self: Before turning thirty-three, must remember to have sex in a planetarium, go to Paris, and attend a high school prom.