Is that how it works? Is 20, like, the cutoff for identifying oneself as a “woman?” If so, I’ll take that. Nothing else exciting happens at 20.
So, I guess, happy birthday to me? Too bad I’ll be spending the entire day working, writing papers and doing homework. Blah.
I will get to have dinner with Nils Dybvig, though. Yay for fellow peacemakers!