Impending midlife crisis

Definitions of Midlife crisis on the Web (courtesy of Google):

A mid-life crisis is an emotional state of doubt and anxiety in which a person becomes uncomfortable with the realization that life is halfway over. It commonly involves reflection on what the individual has done with his life up to that point, often with feelings that not enough was accomplished. The individual may feel boredom with their lives, jobs, or their partners, and may feel a strong desire to make changes in these areas. ...

Well, I recently turned 35. If anyone asks, I'm still 26 even though I've been accused of being anything up to 43. So any way you skin it, I'm half way to the allotted "three score years and ten". It is not a sudden realisation (I'll be using the correct spelling), but a seriously grim one nonetheless.

So what to do about it? Well there are traditional remedies for this condition:

1. Denial. Well, I've been claiming to be 26 since I actually WAS 26. Tick.
2. Sports car / motorbike. Hmm, bought the sports car last year on the insurance payout from the motorbike that was written off by a guy in a Merc. Tick.
3. Wig / medallion / complete change of wardrobe. The hair is thinning, medallions are not me and I'm content with my wardrobe (and too tight to spend the money).
4. Dolly bird / bit on the side. To sit in my car presumably, look glam, I'm assuming she needs to act dumb, grin inanely and hang on my every word.

Well, minor issues:

1. Time. My life is totally full. Work, sleep, eat, travel takes about 120 hours per week. Add in my community Internet stuff for Exchange Server and other bits takes another 20 hours a week. This leaves 28 hours a week for shopping, family time and downtime. Hmm, friends need a look in too.
2. Money. I'd love to buy me a Ferrari (well actually I'd hate it, I'd far rather have an Aston) to quell my IMC, but it simply cannot happen. People like me don't win the Lottery.
3. Wife and Child. Listed third, only because I can then detail that they have been contributory factors in 1 and 2.

So what to do?

I think a nervous breakdown might be on the cards. I would get depressed about the entire topic if I had a moment to really think about it.

Ah well, only another 35 years and I can retire. That's the same as I've already served only I don't have to go through puberty again...