No more 30s?!?! ARGH!!

I remember vividly the night before Howie turned 60 years old. Mom and I were surprised to find him awake and watching television at about 11:30 p.m. that night, and when asked why he was still awake, he replied, "I want to enjoy the last few minutes of my 50s."
Tonight, I'm not ashamed to say that I'm staying up past midnight because I want to enjoy the last few minutes of my 30s. I currently have 30 minutes left of my 30s.
This is depressing.
I need to have a good day tomorrow. We're gonna buy some lottery tickets, and one of them will be my numbers. Winning a few million dollars would be an awesome way to greet my 40s.