Friday, April 1, 2011
Il Faut Cultiver Son Jardin
Couldn't post yesterday due to midlife crisis. Will be 37 next Friday. That is thirtyseven years old, ladies and gentlemen. So yesterday, no posting. Yesterday only excessive whining, lousy hair, weird clothes, awful bikeride and (finally) lovely evening with new friends and two glasses of red and three cigarettes (see, it IS a midlife crisis). Today much better. But now I have to do the work I should have done yesterday, when I instead choose to ponder the miseries of losing one's face to gravity for three hours. See the irony in that? There really is no need for a midlife crisis when one has the maturity level of a nineteenyearold. Now if only I could get that twentysomething-ness transplanted onto my face...
Happy Friday to you all. And thanks for talking again. Makes me very happy.