You know what it’s like turning thirty-nine? It’s like being a human domino – one by one, all the folks I thought of as being my age are turning forty this year. My fortieth birthday ever approaches.
reminds me of Holly Hunter in Broadcast News: She’s sobbing on the bed and William Hurt is trying to comfort her. She manages to choke out, “…and I ‘m turning forty!”
Hurt says, “When?”
Hunter breaks into sobs anew, “SOME DAY!”
