What does it meant to be 40?
I’m still in a bit of a fog about it – where did my 30’s go?
Oh, yeah. That’s right: I spent them preparing to be unprepared to be 40.
So: what does it meant to be 40?
Newly divorced, a broken tooth in my head that’s beginning to sing, and no money to fix it.
Last night I locked myself out of my apartment and had to crawl in through the window, all because I needed toothpicks to check the readiness of the cake in the oven.
Happy Birthday, y’silly, old bastard.
