Yeah, that's right, in three days I'll be 41. How is that even possible?! Forty totally sucked health wise and forty one isn't shaping up to be much better, but I figure, as I do with, oh, pretty much everything on the planet these days, this too shall pass and if I can just hold out and not like die or anything until 42, well, hey, it's 42, it's got to be a banner year.
Gonna be a hectic summer, that's for sure--between court and ptcs and bar and work and cougars and kids and writing and reading and all the other fun summer stuff, gah, the mind boggles. So I think it's best if I don't plan past Wednesday. Buy me a card, bitches I'm old!! :)