What's my age again?

My skin's been simply desiccated the last couple of days (probably used the wrong soap once), making visible a veritable web of wrinkles on my now-venerable-looking face. The wreaths encircling my eyes today both fascinate and disturb me. I do hope this condition is temporary, since I now officially look much older than I believe I should. The fact that nearly everyone over age 30 looks much older than they believe they should is rather beside the point, don't you think?

At the public library, they told me that my library card is a children's card. Since I'm only thirty-four-and-a-half, I'm not allowed to check out some stuff without Daddy's permission. But it's okay! The nice man at the check-out desk could tell I'm mature enough to handle the 'sponsiblity of a grown-up card, so he put some stuff in the computer and told me I can now check out whatever I want without having to ask my parents. (Hiring a medium to contact the dead just so I could borrow a movie always did seem excessive.) The nice man also told me I can now sit at the big kids' table at Thanksgiving, but my brothers might disagree with that.

Then on the way home, a redneck in a pickup truck tried to pick me up. Actually, he (a perfect stranger, mind you) only offered to drive me to the grocery store, so I'm not at all sure what image I was projecting there.

There's a new episode of Angel on tonight! Hmmm... the TV listings say that the episode is rated TV14. I think I'm old enough to watch that by myself now.