In four days, I get another year older. That means in three years I'll be the big 4-0. Holy crap I'm getting old. It seems like yesterday that I turned thirty. Forty is getting to middle aged. Luckily big oil has squashed my plans for a mid-life crisis or else I would be buying that sports car. I'm only kidding about that. I wouldn't mind a motorcycle. They get great gas mileage. The only downfall about a motorcycle is living on the Oregon Coast where it rains most of the time. $hit happens I guess. Now the dilemma is what to do. I'm at a loss what to do before my birthday dinner at The Rogue Public House in Newport. I'll get a free yard of ale(equal to two pints)and a cool t-shirt. PD keeps asking and I don't know. I'm not sure if I want to spend money on a movie or not. Well cheers to 37 years on this planet and hoping the nation improves before my next birthday.
'nuff said.