40 today. Could be worse!

I'd like to start today's post by saying thank you to all my blogger buddies and non-blogging buddies who've wished me a happy birthday.

40, huh? Who thought I'd make it? Show of hands... oh, now, come on. NONE of you had any doubts? Not one of you is surprised my arse still points south? Bollocks.

I suppose...seeing as how I never became a rock star as I'd intended, and therefore haven't had the means or opportunity to die of a drug overdose or alcohol poisoning, or even a spectacular fiery plane crash or...or even being hit by a bus, I suppose surviving this long isn't as surprising as it should have been.

Still, I'm glad I started taking pretty good care of myself when I did. Otherwise, I'd feel like shit.

I don't really have anything very deep to say. Many people go through a period of reflection and 'stock-taking' around landmark birthdays like this, and have some tremendously insightful things to say. I am not such a person. I'm not particularly deep, or reflective, or philosophical.

I feel...

....I feel fine, thanks.