I turn twenty-seven on Thursday. To my friends, I've been pretending to care. It's like a game. I act like it's a big thing that I'm getting older and they get to react. I guess I've been playing at it because I've been expected to. But I really don't care. I don't even care that the date is my birthday. But any excuse to have a few drinks with people. And I'll get to see my parents, which I'm kind of looking forward to.