I was sick as a dog. I really hate being sick, but that's not the point. Who likes being sick? Maybe I liked it when I was a kid and got to stay home on the couch watching tv all day, but it's not nearly as cool as an adult.
If I live to be 74 my life is more than half over. I wonder at what age you really start thinking about death? I have friends that, at various times, were practically crippled by the thought of their own mortality. For the most part I've never really given it much thought. I've always know that at some point I would die, but it's always seemed much later than sooner.
Is this what I have to look forward to on future birthdays? Geez, how depressing.
sorry i missed your birthday. sorry it sukt! for a cheerer-upper you guys should go see Lost in Translation. saw it last night. i heart bill murray....anyhoo happy belated birfday, boss