And another thing... Part 1

I forgot how old I was yesterday.
Olga asked how old I'm gonna be on my birthday next week and I looked right at her like she was a total dumbass and said, "35, just like you"; in contemptuous tone even.
I mean, we've had this conversation several times. We were both born in 1971, a few months apart. And I'm supposed to be the one who's trusted with math.

I'd like to think this is just a subconcious rebellion against getting older.
But I know that's not the the truth. The truth is I'm just a dumbass who can't even remember I'm 35! I'VE BEEN TELLING PEOPLE I'M GOING TO BE 35!

This is my official correction notice... for anyone paying attention. (crickets)

Sad.