So here's what's wrong about turning 21 in England: it is absolutely meaningless. In a 'well what life altering transformation has occurred on this day? Oh right, nothing because I'm in a country that doesn't doubt twenty year old's ability to buy alcohol responsibly but somehow 21 is ok' way. On the other hand, I did drink too much the last night to the tune of 'well it's you're birthday' so maybe I'm making up for it.

In other, ridiculous boy news, the person saying this happened to be my ex-prof who I had a gigantic ridiculous crush on for the past two years but who I no longer do because of another gigantic ridiculous crush. We can all postulate how surreal the evening went from that.

Also, btw, anyone who left me comments on my past fics: I love you all so so much and definitely appreciate them immensely. And while I haven't sat down and replied to them like I should, I do want to acknowledge your kindness and consideration as well as my own laziness.

Finally, House and Wilson are definitely having an illicit affair where neither can admit their all consuming love. Hilarity and angst ensues.