Yesterday was my birthday. It was such a busy day I didn't have a lot of time to think about it. Then I checked in on my MySpace page.
The little profile box had automatically changed from 43 to 44. It was the first time I saw it in print and it was sobering.
I'd grown comfortable with 43. It's not 23 but it's not bad.
The 4 somehow makes things different. I'd accepted 43.
44 is closer to 45! which is halfway between 40 and 50 and howthef**** did I get to 44 or even 40?and ohmigod where is the f***ing break lever?
I was recovering from minor--except surgery is major--on my last birthday and I blinked and it's a year later, a year since I stayed home two weeks recovering and watching movies until I felt good enough to read books again to pass the time--how much The Man Who Knew to Little --there's nothing but crap on can you stand?
And now it's a year later.
And there's a 4 at the end of my age.