I turned another 365.25 days older over the weekend, which means
it's been approximately 262,980 hours since the day I got
expelled from my mom's womb. If you think I'm overcompensating
with these numbers, it's because people (usually the women) often
undercompensate (or attempt to) when it comes to these things.
Come to think of it, my existence actually began some 250-275
days earlier when two haploid cells from a certain husband and
wife couple merged to become a single diploid cell. Who would
have thought then that the zygote would eventually be capable of
providing seemingly endless hours of geeky weirdness till today.
I'm pretty sure my parents didn't think of that when they got
horny that fateful night some 11,200 days ago.