My change from child to man went surprisingly smooth. There was no jolt, or mind warp, or even a complete implosion of the universe. Not that I had expected anything like that, of course. I'm twenty, big deal. No, in fact, it was pretty pleasant. I got the mandatory jumper from Mum, a cake and more clothes from Millie (thanks again, sweet thing), assorted sweets from my many admirers (more than you might think), and a furball from Bill.
Yeah, I'm with cat. A cat, to be exact, and a kitten to be even more precise. Her name is Tails, and unlike the jumper, she doesn't clash with my hair, so that's good. Our room is starting to resemble a battlefield, but that's all right. She takes after her Daddy, which makes it okay in said Daddy's book.

Apart from that, it's work, work, work. Which I'm very grateful for. Very grateful. No complaints from me. I like getting up at 5a.m. I hear it builds character, or something. I'm not sure about that, but it definitely builds up the bags under my eyes. I've never looked more stunning.

Must run, because, guess what? Yeah, work.