24 hours until I turn 23 and leave the age of 22 behind, severing ties with the bad things but retaining the good things, much as I have left my 21-inch television but not my 20-year-old sister; a 19-degrees Celsius temperature today made my 18-minute walk to Subway for lunch rather enjoyable, through driving my Bimmer on its 17-inch wheels would have been similarly pleasurable, much as every drive was when I was 16 years old with my Thunderbird; my 15-inch laptop LCD glows as I type this in 14-point print on my 13-dollar external keyboard; 12 birthday cupcakes are waiting to be shared with my colleagues tomorrow, though only 11 might be available after I use several of my 10 fingers to deftly consume some of the sweetness; 9 items remain in this exercise, but I’ll need to find more soon because my 8 o’clock start time will come too soon, and I need my 7 hours of sleep to feel rested in the morning; 6 speeds in my car propel me on occasion towards ice arenas for hockey, which I began playing 5 months ago; 4 corners are on the book Don Quixote in front of me, which I seem to be plodding through at the glacial rate of 3 pages per day; 2 turtle doves have never been in my possession, but that doesn’t matter, because this entry is drawing to a close, freeing me to look out for number 1 by falling asleep in my bed instead of my chair.