Go, me. It’s my birthday.

Yup, I am now 26 years old. Welcome to my early mid-to-late 20s. To celebrate, my co-workers and I had lunch at Tako Grill, a great little Japanese restaurant on Wisconsin Avenue. Mmm, teriyaki. And as if having a birthday wasn’t enough of an event, today I started my new position at work, that of assistant managing editor. No more slacking for me, I guess. Well, one of the perks is my own office, with a rather nice view. So for now, even as the reports start to pile up on my desk, you know me, I’ll be lazily turning in my swivel chair, mentally re-decorating the room. “Framed prints on this wall, potted palm over there…” If only I had Nate Berkus on speed dial.