It's Cynical Dad Day!
Yeah, whatever.
So this morning didn't feel any different than any other. I woke up alive. No new aches and pains. And like James said, I didn't start craving Metamucil.
So there's that.
However, I'm still having a hard time dealing with this. 40 just seems so fucking old.
Oh well.
Last year at this time, I said that I would stop blogging today, claiming that 40 was just too old to have a blog. This might disappoint some of you, but I've decided to keep at it. And more frequently, too.
What else do I have planned? I don't know. Maybe I'll get a tattoo. Maybe I'll dye my hair purple (I looked good with purple hair). Maybe I'll run for public office. Maybe I'll start a Violent Femmes cover band. Maybe I'll just sit around and play Scrabble with unsuspecting victims on the web.
Or maybe I'll just get over myself and realize 40 isn't any different than 39, 38, or 26. Maybe I'll buy into that whole "You're only as old as you feel" line of bullshit.
Maybe not.
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I'd like to thank everyone for all the well wishes I've received through comments, Facebook, Twitter, and email this week. I appreciate it.
40 Is The New Midlife Crisis
