It's My Birthday

It's my birthday today. I wish I could come up with something witty and wise to say after having been alive for so long... 35 years. But I'm not nearly as creaky and saged as some of my 40 year old associates. So, I'll turn to them for wisdom. They'll probably tell me not to call them 40.

All I can think is that 35 years ago today, I was born during prime-time on a Thursday night. Today is Thursday. My ever creeping varied literary devices tell me that I'm running a high risk of dying today... full circle... Thursday to Thursday... 3 and 5 being prime numbers...

But I must shrug that off if I'm going to have a good time. I'd like to have a couple drinks and get out on my motorcycle for a bit. That should ease the angst.