In roughly seven hours and twenty minutes, I turn 40 years (or 480 months, as Mitch Robbins would quantify it) old.
On Saturday, I'll be marking the occasion with friends over hibachi and laser tag. All things considered, I'm relatively happy with my life, and other than a shortage in the buckage department, have few complaints. I am blessed with good friends, my family, mutant luck power, super-speed, and many wonderful toys.
Thus, as Ben Franklin would say: stick that in your fife and smoke it.
That is all.