Well. I turned 23 today. That’s … special, I guess. Nothing particularly noteworthy about the age 23. I’ve pretty much surpassed all of the “fun” birthdays, unless you count 25, at which point I’ll be able to borrow a sports car from any of the major American automobile rental companies. There’s always that.

So instead of waxing philosophical about birthdays and life choices and meanings and rapid approach of the Quarter Life Crisis, I’m going to reflect on the profundity of being an adult in the best way I can: through the sage wisdom of XKCD.