So I've decided to not work on Frank the Fruit Fly today. Why? I don't want to get angry on my birthday. I mean, how horrible would it be to get angry on your birthday? Also, it's not just any birthday. I'm geezerly. My hair is turning gray. It's horrible.

Right now, I figure I'm 50% done with my life. It just seems like the last 10 years zoomed by.

"One day you find, ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun"

I'm 40. Poor me...