2004-02-04 - 6:41 p.m.
Here's a bit of crazy math for you: I am 27 years old. If I live to be eighty years old, a reasonably generous estimate given current average life expectancies, this means I have approximately 53 more years to trundle about the globe. Right around 2700 weeks. 636 months. In the neighbourhood of 19000 days.You know what this means? Do you? I'll tell you what it means, the great revelation this sobering confrontation of my own mortality brings me: I will only have to hear that damn alarm clock nineteen-thousand more times!
Incidentally, if any of you reading this would like to enjoy a fine Friday night out with me sometime, please be advised that the supply is fast running out. I only have approximately 2700 more left, so I urge you to book them soon.
Only 2700 more Fridays, yes, but... and I think this is significant... only 2700 more Mondays!
Only roughly 13500 more workdays to go, and then I'm outta here! So long, mortal-coil suckers!*
* This has been a public service announcement brought to you by the Camus Preservation Society.
