I'm 40 today. I'm older than my parents were when they had me. And I'm... all right, I guess. Not in the mood for huge celebrations, but then I never am.
So should I talk about the past forty years? No, and not only because I can't remember that far back. So let's just... get on with it. It being life. I just wish it was snowing instead of being on the verge of raining.
Happy birthday to me, folks.
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