Just to be clear, I'm not a fan of an artist foregoing the struggle of figuring out a new album title each time out and just putting a number at the end. You can do this once, but after that, it's creative bankruptcy time.

"How old are you, Matt?" one of the techs asked as I was walking to get my morning hot water for tea.

"40!" said I.

Muffled behind a hand came, "Oh shit..."

Cupcakes are the new birthday cake. Just saying.

My nephews sent me hand drawn pictures. Sam, the youngest, wrote, "I can't wait to see you!" We're all getting together in the summer. And also, "You're almost as old as my Dad!" This echoes (albeit in reverse) something my older brother told me when I was young: "You'll never be as old as me!"

There was a bit of nostalgia going on this week. I went to Ragin' Shrimp with my younger brother on the night of my birthday. I was going to do this last year on my birthday, but the coldest of cold snaps hit the night before. The city was shut down on my birthday because it wouldn't get above 10 degrees for a couple of days.

I used to eat at Ragin' Shrimp more often. It was cheaper years ago. And they had lunch prices, so when there was one close to work, I went there every once in a while. I had a couple of birthday lunches at the now-defunct Montgomery Ragin' Shrimp.

It's still good, but I think I'll go for sushi in the long run. Apparently this is what Oscar nominee Jonah Hill ate to lose weight.

After Friday night drinks with three friends (two were Old Beans), I watched live videos of my old band. Other than one studio recording, all we've got are those YouTube videos.

On Thursday, my niece was out with her father at the playground. She slipped on her way up a ladder and fell to the ground (which caused quite a freakout). That night she told me, "I almost made it."

I ranged all over the place as far as being healthy in what I ate this week. There were many cupcakes. And on Thursday night I ate (in this order): asparagus, carrots, half a rib-eye steak, and a Frontier roll. I drank a French bordeaux.

My older brother sent me $40 to spend how I wanted. So I bought a $40 bottle of Scotch. 12 year Glen Garioch. I'll crack into it during the Superbowl this evening. It's kinda 1%-y, I guess. Just to counterbalance, I'm putting a 99% sticker on my bass drum head.

A lot of my friends have turned or are turning 40 within the space of a year. Pretty much all of my high school class is already hitting 41 (I skipped a grade, so I am younger, kinda). Facebook makes it easy to see who looks "old" and who just looks different. No one looks 20 anymore. And really, it would be spooky if a 40 year old looked 20. Like, for real. Someone asked me if 40 is the new 30. And I'd have to say...no. I just think we adjust what we think an age should look like in relation to how we look now.

People in their early 20s look like kids. I am constantly wondering why they let all the teenagers into the bar.

Perspective is a bitch.

Matt Worley gets up in the morning with a sigh.