My last post as a 27-year-old.

Oh, hi! Goodbye from 27-year-old Krista. Twenty-eight-year-old Krista is quite excited to meet you all. In the meantime, it is 24 minutes past my bedtime. Waking up at 5:03 a.m. (I need obscurity) has led to the implementation of a 10 p.m. bedtime. Otherwise I spent 46 percent of my day dozing off in my cubicle. I just realized that was a paragraph entirely too full of numbers. I apologize.

Sometime when it's not (now) 26 minutes past my bedtime, we're going to talk about LOST. Because OMG did you watch it last night? Squawk! That's all I can even manage to peep. I love LOST so much. And did you see Boone? BOONE CAME BACK. Sigh. It was the most glorious 3 minutes of television ever.

Well, loves, it's now 27 minutes past my bedtime, and I'm antsy to wake up a whole year older. I've got dinner plans with a great pal tomorrow night, dinner plans with mom and dad Friday, and a Saturday of running, girlfriends and happiness. If I could design a perfect weekend, this weekend would be quite close.

I started this blog when I was 23-years-old. Wow. That is bizarre. And five years later I'm still a strange combination of single, bitter, happy, lost and exactly where I'm supposed to be at the present time.

Happy birthday eve to me. Here's to hoping for a happy day for all of us tomorrow.