Lost on Highway 46, my life's a book....

So in case you haven't heard, today I turn 46.  

*SIGH*

I suppose I should be happy about it.  After all, at 46 years old, Kurt Cobain was dead for 19 years, Mozart was dead 11 years, and JFK died.

Still being closer to 50 years old than to 40 years old is something of a shocker.  And to put that many candles on a cake would likely give a sunburn to anyone viewing it, or catch the ceiling of the room on fire or something.

But really, in the end, there's not a whole I can do about it.  Until I invent a time machine, I guess.

POLT