(Credit: Will Clayton, Flickr Creative Commons) I turn 35 in a little over a week or so. It feels a lot weirder to write that than it does to live it. Almost 35 isn’t quite the depressing hellscape I envisioned when I was 16. Don’t get me wrong. Waking up everyday at 6AM, getting fat, and going bald were all a part of my teenage apocalyptic nightmares and they have come to fruition, but now I can eat ice cream... Read more