Get thee to a nunnery

My birthday has come and gone. I'm 25. And in my old age, I've started to reflect on what I've learned in my life. Long ago, a wise old man, after discovering my age (21) and situation (single and alone), said to me, "Get thee to a nunnery." I should have listened to his words then, but it's not too late. I've packed my bags for the morning train. Off to the nunnery I go.

Seriously though, my birthday was perfect. I got to see and talk to all the people I care about, mostly while eating large quantities of scrumtrulescent food. Who could ask for anything more?