As of the 8th, I will be 24. Itâ€™s a saturday, but I work anyway. So thatâ€™s fun. Gonna eat a calzone for dinner though, and hopefully my sore throat will go away. Itâ€™s been a week of waking up every two hours in a coughing fit. My eyes are literally bloodshot. This must be what itâ€™s like to have a child, I imagine.

Here are some fun facts about my birthday:

I share it with Jim Morrison, Gregg Allman, and... uh... Ann Coulter. They canâ€™t all be winners. John Lennon died on it, and so did Marty Robbins, Dimebag Darrell, and John Glenn. There were also a weird amount of terrorist attacks and plane crashes throughout history. Itâ€™s mostly kind of a depressing day, but with Jim Morrison in it.

As for the number 24, itâ€™s interesting because itâ€™s the largest number where subtracting 1 from any of its divisors (except 1 and 2) gives a prime number. Also, the product of any four consecutiveÂ numbers is divisible by 24. So thatâ€™s neat.

Lastly, this means that Iâ€™ve been driving a full third of my life so far. Which actually seems really small, considering I donâ€™t remember anything from before I was 10 or so.