One more day and my life is over.

You heard me. Only one day and it's here. The day I've been dreading is coming and there's nothing I can do to stop it. It's like the ginormous boulder on Indiana Jones, but with no way of escaping. It's going to run me over and kill my face. What is this horrendous catastrophe looming on the horizon, you wonder? Well, it's my birthday on Tuesday. Usually, this is a joyous occasion and cause for a major celebration...or ten. Not this time. I'm turning 25 and I might as well be dead. Not only will I have to check the "25-30" age box on forms, but with this age comes the hideous label... old maid.