Gee. No coherent thoughts about it. I never really rationally thought I'd get here. Not, like, for depression reasons or anything like that, I just never really thought about it. It's a mile marker, that's for sure, and I only feel a little bit different, but also I feel like people expect me to sort of close one book and start another, if you catch my meaning.
See? Nothing coherent.
Anyway, today I'm gonna relax, watch some Netflix, have a pizza, make some cupcakes, and just turn 40, man.