I’m sitting at a desk in a Marriott hotel room overlooking Tampa Bay. (Tampa, for those of you that don’t know, is the “New Jersey” of Florida. FYI.)
Anyway, I’m sitting here getting some work done (before leaving to spend the day in a theme park) and I’m getting the usual barrage of Facebook messages, tweets, and texts proclaiming happy birthday.
In short, I’m older. I’m almost older than dirt and barely younger than Joey Snackpants. In either case, I feel like this…
An old building in the middle of nowhere that looks cool, but people are usually afraid to stop at.
(I took that photo last night driving through the middle of Florida and hipter-grammed it.)
Either way, thanks for the the birthday wishes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to stop by the local Walgreens to pick up some Geritol and a walker.