Birthday

Well, i almost survived another year*.  My alleged time of birth was 8:23 or 8:32 PM (i can never remember which one) local time, so not at the time of this post.  Maybe next year is when i finally beat my pesky oxygen habit.  i'm sure the second anything goes right is when the final curtain falls.

i still suspect my "life" was a biggest bomb on this annual day (yes that includes Nagasaki "Fat Man")

Unlike some entity i wrongly convinced myself i knew, at least i won't be turning 50 this year.

* Survival connotes non-cessation of core bodily functions, does not connote any form of happiness or fulfillment.  After all, Paul Young was right "happiness is just an illusion filled with sadness and confusion".

How old am i?  i am essentially 15.77 years old.  Though i might have a few years of experience being that age.  Even though, physically i sometimes feel like i'm in my 60s (kind of hope i never actually am in my 60s).  i am not an, what do you call it, adult.  In terms of life experience, 15.77 might be an overestimation.

When you are younger, people ask your age, you can say it off the top of your head.  When you get a little more calendar experience, it becomes a math problem.  Let's just say "i love the 80s", "i survived the 90s" (but wish i hadn't.  If only i had the guts/tools to do what i should have done in 99), and f* the new millennium (nothing redeeming about it).

Anyway, what did i get this year for my alleged birthday (still believe the i'm an alien stranded on this planet theory.  The alternative is far too frightening to consider.)?  A few dollars, a castle i bought myself (just saying), and a Powerball (save me Powerball, you are my only hope) ticket.