|Photo by Bill Ward's Brickpile (Flickr)|
Is it weird that my first reaction was to wrinkle my nose at the idea of living until 2083? It just sounds like an imaginary year from a sci-fi novel or something. I don't even want to do the math on how old I'm going to be. Okay... now that I've said it I have to do the math: 99 years old!!! OH GROSS!!!!
I've got to say (to get really morbid for a moment), after watching my grandparents age and break down, I have no desire to live past 70.
Good thing the world is actually ending this weekend.