It is my birthday eve and I am turning forty. Forty.

I am not taking this birthday in stride for a variety of reasons ranging from the petty to the existential. I’m sure I will be blathering on about it for a while since I designate it Birthday Month every year, as one day isn’t enough to celebrate or in this case, freak out.

I am forty and I will have peanut butter brownies. Chocolate is always helpful during troubled times. Because I am forty it will probably take me another year to try and lose the weight gained by said brownies, but who cares anymore. I’m forty. I saw the recipe here and decided that rather than spending my birthday eve cradling a vodka bottle and listening to mopey Morrissey CDs, I should bake a birthday treat. I am forty, mistress of my own destiny, and I can bake my own brownies. I couldn’t do that unsupervised if I was six, now could I? And I can bake while drinking a delicious beer and not worry that my parents will find out. Take that youngsters! I’m going to eat all of the brownies myself and no one can stop me. Forty has its merits.

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