OK, this is the official Self-Congratulatory Happy Birthday to myself entry. Today I am officially 37 years old.
*waits for the sounds of uproarious applause and gasps of astonishment to calm down before continuing*
Thank you, I’m as amazed as you are that I managed to survive this long and yet still manage to look as fabulous as I do. Though I must confess that I was disappointed that this year, much like last year, I was not awakened by the sounds of trumpets heralding the arrival of this very special day as one might expect given the significance it holds. I’m sure this was just a clerical oversight by one of my minions and will not be repeated again next year.
As for how it feels to turn 37 all I can say is that it feels pretty much the same as being 36 so far, which is also somewhat disappointing as I was kind of hoping that it would bring with it some stunning insight into the nature of reality and the meaning of life. So far the only deep and meaningful insight I’ve had today involved a cheese danish and bad coffee and wasn’t really all that insightful when I sat down to consider the implications closely. Still, I’m sure that I’m just a late starter on the whole blinding-flashes-of-wisdom thing and I’ll probably start spouting mind numbing truths within the week or so. Stay tuned, I’m just getting started.
Update: My Mom posted a little entry about me that some of you might be interested in as well. She even uses my full first name! *GASP!*