08.08.08

As this historic day comes to a close, I realize I did not do all I should have done to optimize my luck for the next 1000 years. I should have sung 8 eighth notes 8 times on the eights of every hour. I should have driven 8 miles at 88 mph. I should have eaten 8 fried Oreos at the fair, costing me exactly 8 dollars. I should have brushed my teeth 8 times in 8 second spurts. I should have yelled "Eight that!" to the cars I passed on the highway. I should have renewed my driver's license today so that 08.08.08 would always be in my pocket. I should have eaten 8 meals in my day, all starting on the eights of course. I should have spent 8 seconds every 8 minutes to contemplate why 8 is such a lucky number. I should have thought of 8 of my favorite things (in pairs of 8), ensuring I will have them near me till I die. I should have concentrated very hard on the equation 8x8x8... then I would have lived that long (that's 512 years for the mathematically challenged). I should have listened to 8 of my favorite songs for 8 minutes each while doing an 8-step dance. I should have parked in the 8th row of the fair parking lot. I should have woken up and gone to bed at 8:08. I should have gone to the skating rink and done 8 figure 8s on the ice. And lastly, I really should have only come up with 8 of these things that I should have done. I'm afraid my luck meter is really running on low right now. Good thing I'm not superstitious. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to do my nightly ritual to rid my bedroom of any bad karma. 

(This blog post was brought to you by the number... 8, and the letter... "I".)