Wednesday – It's My Party and I'll Brood if I Want To

"By this time next week, I will officially be one year older than I am right now."

The Carney looked at me sideways, looking a little bemused, and spoke around the cigarette clinched in his teeth. "By this time next week, you'll be a week older than you are right now. How is that any different from you being a week older today than you were last Wednesday?"

( Hitting the snooze on my mortality )