Warning: Ramblings ahead. This morning, I woke up at around 6:30 AM. I had the weirdest, most annoying dream. When I finally got to my senses, it hit me. I'm freaking 30. It's one of the worst ages, in my opinion, that a person can hit. You're entering yet another phase in your life, but you don't want to leave that younger phase behind. It made realize that I'm in my not in my 20s anymore. Before this day, I could easily say that I'm in the late 20s. But now, I'm officially and irrevocably, an adult, and it's not a very good feeling.