There goes that excuse for a party

This is no fun: I’m not going to be a billion seconds old until 2011 2015. What am I supposed to do till then, have completely arbitrary celebrations? Closest round-number event is 10,000 days old in 2010. A.C. Grayling likes to point out that we live for about 1000 months, so I’m not looking forward to that one.

On the up-side, I’m bloody well having a toffee apple tonight. I only allow myself toffee apples on bonfire night; last year I was at Strictly, and in 2005 I couldn’t find anyone to go bonfire-ing with, so it’s been three years since I’ve had a toffee apple. It’ll happen today if I have to make it myself in a saucepan.

(edit: fixed practically all the information. Apparently I cannot read properly.)