Honestly, this isn't as bad as 28 was. For some reason, that's when I decided I was an adult.
Let's just say my 25th was my worst. Nobody "got me" for my 21st b-day (if you know what I mean) and my 25th was my first after I graduated, so I was back home. Let's just say I've never been that sick in my life, and I have no plans to ever be that sick again...