Lately it seems like everywhere I turn there’s 30 before 30 lists. I can’t escape them. I’ve read a couple of them and every time I do I feel drained by the last point. There’s so much expected from us. Too much we have to accomplish “before it’s too late”. Before the chance of being “someone in life” (what the hell does that even mean, anyway) is lost the day you turn the big three-O. Well, guys and girls, this week buy flagyl creamso, according to the internet, I’m officially screwed.