I really don’t feel any different, but of course I never expected to be. I told my friend Kwame yesterday I was going to be 18 today.

“You know what we do to people on their eighteenth birthdays in Ghana?” he asked me. “We beat them!”

As if I’m looking for a beating. I’ve been up most of the night applying finishing touches to my new theme — the book site isn’t halfway done. Trust me to miss my own deadline of restructuring my entire site.

I’m awfully tired and need to sleep. If you drop by, I’m craving icecream right now. Send me some!