you know you're a "grown up" when you get out of work early (because specialists don't stay open past five!)(which barely pays for your meager appartment that you still won't let your mom visit because you don't want to hear her decorating tips), get charged for parking in a doctor's lot that's already full (later pay a $20 co-pay while thinking about how you'd have rather spent the money on pizza...if your stomach wasn't acting up again) then come home and stare blankly at the Weather Channel for twenty minutes, stare blankly at the stack of bills you keep meaning to get to, put some food in your fish tank before going with your significant other to the McDonald's down the street followed by something from Netflix and passing out early on the couch.
you know you're a "grown up" when you get out of work early (because specialists don't stay open past five!)(which barely pays for your meager appartment that you still won't let your mom visit because you don't want to hear her decorating tips), get charged for parking in a doctor's lot that's already full (later pay a $20 co-pay while thinking about how you'd have rather spent the money on pizza...if your stomach wasn't acting up again) then come home and stare blankly at the Weather Channel for twenty minutes, stare blankly at the stack of bills you keep meaning to get to, put some food in your fish tank before going with your significant other to the McDonald's down the street followed by something from Netflix and passing out early on the couch.
30 sucks.