I will no longer be able to quote the line from “When Harry Met Sally” — “and I’m going to be 40… someday!” — with any sense of irony at all. I am 40 today, and so far I am totally nonplussed, mainly because I went to bed too late and now I’m sleepy.
Where did the time go? How is it possible I’ve reached this age without having more answers? Without being further along?
And where’s my goddamn jetpack?
Gaaa. I’m going for a run.
The Unfocused Life 