Ah, to be 40 again! Full of piss and vinegar, grasping the world by its balls, ready to strike out and face any challenge...oh. Wait. That was 21, wasn't it.
Nevermind.
All the best wishes for you in the coming year. You are loved and appreciated, even if only by a group of people largely composed of text on a screen...
I made a crude card for this occasion, UT. If it was a real card, the inside would read "Bill truly loved birthdays, but he drank, and consequently, his usual eloquence suffered a bit."