Today, my long-time good friend (since January, 1988!) Steve Buccellato turns 40.
Poor man. I promised him that it will get better tomorrow. It's the lead-up to 40 that is so stressful, but the reality is he'll wake up tomorrow, and everything will be normal, and he'll feel a little silly for having stressed about it at all.
At least, that's what happened to me.