It was my 25th birthday today, though the day itself was in no way special. Songs I listened to on the way in to work:

Ugly Casanova - Cat Faces
Eels - Fresh Feeling
Modest Mouse - Trailer Trash

Except for little touches like that, I did basically nothing out of the ordinary today. I was thinking of having some people (the coworkers?) over for Josie, but with Girls' Night yesterday, Bell's Big Ale Night tomorrow, and a non-stop Dan-stravaganza this Friday, I rightly decided that I'd need one or two nights off this week.

And so I worked, ran some errands, and then went home. Where I cracked open my special bottle of Köstritzer, watched some Family Guy, and played a few hours of Halo 3 with Matt and Ben.

Do I feel different today? I feel old, but I suppose that's an unavoidable side effect. If my dreams and goals have taken on some added weight now that I've reached the symbolic age of 25 — well, it's mainly philosophical weight. I can probably handle that. Ultimately, the fact is that the gradient between 24 and 25 is much less noticeable than, say, the one between 19 and 20.

There might be more to this. I've made some glib comments about a supposed "quarter-life crisis," but I haven't really thought about 25, or myself at 25. It might mean something, I suppose. But right now I'm going to sleep.