45

I'd started a number of differetn posts for today -- the day of demarkation of my ... ugh ... 45th year -- but they all ended up sounding windy, weepy and woefully self-indulgent (or at least more so than usual). Suffice to say, while I've joked about it in the past, now I genuinely do feel old. Strangely, however, my wardrobe is still filled with ridiculous band t-shirts, leather and sneakers and my face still boasts the irritable complexion of a teenager. C'est la vie, I suppose.