Unexpected phonecall from someone I used to know, yesterday, which probably explains why I'm sitting up at ten to one on a night before work. It's not that I wasn't happy to hear from him, exactly, although the bit where he only calls me when he's recently broken up with someone is as amusing as it always was. Just that it's a book I could have sworn was closed. I'm twenty-three; why do I spend so much time thinking Oh, god, I'm too old for this?
Anyway. Introspective LJ entries --. What on earth am I supposed to post about these days?