0187C: 32 is a Weird Number

I've always found 32 to be a rather unpleasant number. No, this has nothing to do with how many days are in a month. I guess it has always been more about how I don't like the factors that make up 32. Seriously, there's something weird about 4x8 to me and I can't even explain it why - or even my aversion to most even numbers apart from 2 and 8. I tried just thinking of 32 as 2 raised to the fifth power, but it never really did it for me. I would just find 32 as being somehow off-key or something like that.

Today I'm officially 32 years old. I don't necessarily feel all that much older, but it's not like I felt all that young either. It's interesting how my boss teased that I'm just a baby in comparison to most folks that I work with and I'm totally cool with that. It's always nice when someone dismisses you as young, I guess.

It's not quite funny how when most folks were sending the obligatory social media greetings this morning, my answer to the question "what do you have planned for your special day?" is inevitably answered with "I'm still at the office right now." It has been quite the crazy week month thus far and I really haven't had much of a chance to get away. And I still can't skip work just yet (although many of my US counterparts are already taking advantage of the Labor Day holiday on Monday as early as now) and so I continue on. And that's not a complaint, it's just a statement.

I don't really know what I might want to do for my birthday. At the very least I'll be at O Bar on Sunday night to see who might want to greet me there. I've gotten a lot of online love today and that's already rather special (and the few Kindle ebook gifts were cool, too). And Yoshi remains adorable and Tobie spoils me a lot and I'm really pretty happy these days. So what's there to complain about, right?

Happy birthday to me. And thank you everyone for taking the time to make me feel a little more important than normal today, even if it's just because Facebook reminded you to do so.