There's some morbid sense to it, but I'd always thought that this was like a countdown to the end of my life, an expiration date to a good part of my memories, and a reminder of my inadequacy. Whatever.
Somehow, life always seems to throw a series of bad events my way on this very day yearly. Hence, this time, I've taken the liberty to call it a break from office/work. Made some decent plans for the day ahead, but I really do not have faith in my luck on this day every year.
We'll see.
23 hours left to go whoopeee.
(Got yelled at by the mom while drafting this. What immaculate ironic timing you have, Life.)
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