I'm on the precipice of 35 years old. I'm injured from running full speed -- 3 or 4 weeks ago! My thumb is so swollen it looks like a pig without the blanket. I drink two beers and think I may be reaching my limit. I no longer feel any excitement for the Friday nights I use to cherish. I read. . .and read . . . and read.
It's not all bad. I've got some beautiful kids and wife. I just wonder if I'm going through a mid-life crisis or if I'm in a funk or what. I do find myself often bored, bored by everything....
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