Tales from 23

You know you're a grown up when you voluntarily call your doctor to schedule a shot.

And I'm not talking of the "Bartender I'll have another" kind.

I've officially been 23 for over two weeks now and thus far, aside from dealing with bills and bank charges and insurance claims, I don't feel a heck of a lot older than I did when I was 22. And not much has changed either.

-- I still get carded at bars.
-- I still sneak my way onto my dad's bill when we go out to eat.
-- Flintstones vitamins are still the best way to start my morning.

And at 3:30 today, when the nurse comes at me with that big needle, I will still turn the other way and wince.