I'll never grow up

Last night I had the most frightening nightmare. No, it didn't involve the bogeyman or me going to school naked... it was much worse. Last night I dreamed that I was bald: friar-like hair, peeling head and everything. My nightmare is just another confirmation of a fear that I've realized since I've begun working in DC... I'm growing up. Here are the telling but unfortunate signs:

1. Late night activities. Throughout the week they are nearly non-existent. Everyday I come home exhausted from work and then spend 4-5 hours vegging and watching tv with my roommates. The highlight of my night is my evening run.
2. Business cards. As a child I was an avid basketball card collector. I would buy, sell, and trade cards of all different athletes. Now business cards are my new passion. In only 2 weeks I've amassed an impressive collection of business cards of all styles and colors; the envy of any resident DC'er.
3. Handkerchief. Yah, I carry a handkerchief around now.
4. Washington Post. I can't seem to make it through the day without reading the paper.

As I continue to age, I appreciate my life as a student more and more. It makes me seriously consider becoming a professor and spending my entire life in school (this of course, would make my mother thrilled). Regardless, I hope that I'll enjoy each and every day of my life now.

I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me, Not I, Not me! So there!
Never gonna be a man, I won't!
...
'Cause growing up is awfuller
Than all the awful things that ever were.
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up,
-Peter Pan