Summary
YESTERDAY was my 50th birthday. Being a true pedant, I feel compelled to point out that this means I've completed fifty revolutions around the sun. But however-the-hell old I actually am, I'm definitely black and blue from pinching myself in disbelief. Me, middle aged?!
When I was little I yearned to be grown up. Now that I am, I'm still waiting to feel grown up - which is not the same as feeling old. I frequently feel old, especially when I'm ill or in the throes of a vile hangover. (Tomorrow, then, after the party I'm holding tonight, I will only be answering to "Methuselah".)See the full content of this document
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It's My Crisis and I'll Cry If I Want To
I also feel old when I catch sight of a particularly nubile student or twentysomething, and instead of thinking, "Mmm, tasty!" the voice in my head mutters, "Honey, yo...
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