It’s my 40th birthday. The existential crisis runs deep and sudden.

The downward spiral of my life hit some new lows this past year, but I’ve been making an effort to… try? I dunno. Life has beaten me up, but as it says below this paragraph, I’m still here. I’m not taking that beating as well as old Clint has here, but I am trying. I am also drinking a lot of tea, and am the world’s best Avenger. I’m also thick and luscious.