I turned 26 a week ago. It was a rather quiet one. I sometimes wish the future me would send a message to the present me; it would make me appreciate more what I have in the present. Nothing specific, of course, as I don’t want to ruin the surprise.
Basically I just want to know what the 30 year old me would say.
Tomorrow’s the day, ladies and gentlemen. A day where America can start to rebuild its credibility in the eyes of the rest of the world that it has lost over the past 8 years.
I followed the 2004 elections quite closely and was deeply dissappointed when it went to Bush again (How does that happen?). This time around, though, there doesn’t seem to be any question about the outcome.