At Age 37

Random reflections and realizations upon hitting age 37:

  • There is absolutely nothing exciting about being 37.
  • The day convenience stores started selling lottery tickets was the day they ceased to be anything resembling convenient.
  • When my mom told me as a child that I’d eventually regret it if I started smoking, she was right.
  • The more commercials annoy me, the more I watch PBS, which is probably a good thing.
  • At some point in the last year, a good parking space assumed a higher priority in my life than sex.
  • A little cubed steak can be a wonderful thing.
  • Most of my friends are considerably more tolerant and accommodating of me than I have any right to expect them to be. More attentive too.
  • I’m glad I don’t really drink anymore, because if I did, I might get really plastered tonight, and I’d surely regret it tomorrow.