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.
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I mean, tomorrow will be as normal as it can be when you have a strange version of adult chicken-pox. Not the best way to celebrate any birthday.
I assume, knowing *me*, I'll be hungover the day after my 40th, which is in December. I don't feel any stress about it in the first place, though. Steve's stressed? Happy Birthday Steve!
Happy birthday to Steve!
Thanks, Marie. And, thanks to those who've commented here & emailed me.
The only "good" thing about my getting the Shingles, is that the severe pain & discomfort have really distracted me from the woes of turning 40 these past few weeks! Instead of stressing about my where I am in this milestone year, I've have more simple concerns--like trying to find a position that it's possible to sleep in!
In any case, yesterday I had a nice day, in spite of the pain! A bunch of us met up for dinner & karaoke. Being with good friends & family really helped me feel better--as did the alcohol! I'm just sorry you couldn't be here with us, Marie! You were missed!
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