So... It's my birthday next week.
Assuming I live to the ripe old age of 100 years (which I obviously will as I don't drink, don't smoke, don't take drugs and my diet is pretty much Gillian MK's wet dream), I will very soon be a quarter of a century old.
Bit nervous as in actual fact the last bracketed statement isn't necessarily all true. So Lets say I live to 75, I will be two thirds of the way though my life! Very scary.
What if I get disabled or go blind or get a physically disabling disorder of some type? I could only have 25 years of the good life left...
Chances are I could even get run over by a bus or a organ grinding monkey in the next few days...
I'd better have a good week I guess.
So much pressure...
