Will I still be alive on 5/17/12?
Will the Treasury still have money on 5/17?
At age 10, 20, 30, 40 or 50, being 66 seems disgusting and decrepit.
But actually being 66 is EXCITING. I feel like I've been stuffing quarters into a slot machine for half a century, and, finally, this month -- JACKPOT! Ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching.
I had thought that my new wealth would become a slush fund for toys, travel, maybe a second house. Now I know it will pay bills. Damn.
Can I get Mitt to adopt me, or buy a ton of my books?
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