leonato | Time waits for no man

Well I have but 5 hours left of being 24. By the time I wake up (bright and early to go to London) tomorrow I will have lived for (just) over a quarter of a century.

This seems very strange, but perhaps not as strange as it should. I feel like I should perform some great unburdening exercise of the "What have I done? And where am I going?" type, but right now I can't be bothered.

Might try to get to the El Greco exhibition in the morning; looking forward to seeing many of you chez