I'm gonna be 40. Someday.
I am trying to decide what to do for my birthday. A party is a possibility.
The upside: cake, ice cream, snacks, booze, friends, telling everyone that I am now 7 years older than CE.
The downside: the distinct possibility that no one will come to my party, cleaning up, experiencing a heightened awareness of my mortality and the aimlessness of my life in front of other people, and keeping everyone entertained.
Party, no party - that is the question.