They will be arriving from Italy within a hour or two. I will then be relived of my present duties and will be able to leave for a late night mission in the inner city. This will most possibly be a success, but I won't know how much of a success until tomorrow.
I was 22 years old yesterday, today I am 23. One year closer to death. My major experiences during the age of 22:
Mary Shelley finished Frankenstein at the age of 19. This has haunted me since the age of 20, and yet it is an inspiration: I am old enough to do what might define me as a historical person, but I am also afraid that time is running out.
I will spend tomorrow defining goals for my next year, but so far this is the plan: