It’s my birthday… kinda
So, today is my birthday. Or is it? How does that work exactly when you move from the place of your birth to the exact opposite side of the earth and introduce 13 hours of time difference between yourself and that location?
I was born on March 12th, 1973 in St. Louis, MO in the United States. This is the morning of March 12th in Hong Kong. But in St. Louis, it’s still March 11th at night. So even though it’s the date of my birthday in the place that I am ‘right now’, I’m still about a half day away from being, biologically, 35 years old. Does that make sense? And people say I overthink things… pshaw!
Regardless I’m roughly 35 years old on this day. That’s over half the life-span I expect to reach although I have no intentions of arguing if the gods decide to let me live longer. I could die today or I could live to be 100, but considering the amount of Hot Pockets I’ve eaten in my lifetime, I’m either doomed or preserved from all chemicals I’ve absorbed into my system.
I’m at work right now and it’s been a hell of a busy week so far. I’m hoping to take it easy today, time entry be damned, and get a few things accomplished that have been sorely neglected. Muse is planning a special meal for me for dinner tonight. I intend to watch something funny or gory tonight, because I’m getting burned out on Lost. Two episodes a night every night is just too much for me.
