I don t like birthdays anymore. Today is my birthday and it s not quite the feeling it was when I was a child.

Rather a birthday much like New Year s has ended up being a day when I review my life so far. Unfortunately, when I add up the scorecard, I m not faring to well. Often, I lament on all the things I imagined that I d be doing by now.

You know the usual, will have written great American novel, will have made my first million, will have wildly successful career, and so on.

Not a lot of that is happening. Rather, I m just getting older and worrying about things like adequate sunscreen, wrinkles, and my plummeting metabolism.

Tomorrow will be a better day. I ll get up, and soldier on with the stuff of everyday life today, I ll just be getting used to being aaarrggghhh thirty two.