It's February 29, a day that only exists once every four years (unless you're on the hundreth year, in which case it doesn't, except if you're on the four hundreth in which case it does). I'm not sure how many people actually know that every hundreth year is actually not a leap year because the last hundreth year we had was 2000, which was a leap year because it is divisible by 400. And the one we had before that was 1900 and hardly anyone alive remembers that. I'm sure it will be mighty confusing in the year 2100 when, having had a leap year once every four years for 200 years, you suddenly don't have one. What the what?
So it's February 29 and that means that much of America is partying it up (if what I'm led to believe is actually true), because *note: 30 Rock reference ahead* nothing that happens on Leap Day counts. Real life is for March. Except, I'm probably going to be packing and cleaning and waiting for March 1 when I get on a plane and book it to San Diego.
What does this "extra day" mean for me? It's just another day, where I got to look at some really old coins, hefted them about a bit, and cleaned my room.
Happy End of February Everyone. March, here I come!
So it's February 29 and that means that much of America is partying it up (if what I'm led to believe is actually true), because *note: 30 Rock reference ahead* nothing that happens on Leap Day counts. Real life is for March. Except, I'm probably going to be packing and cleaning and waiting for March 1 when I get on a plane and book it to San Diego.
What does this "extra day" mean for me? It's just another day, where I got to look at some really old coins, hefted them about a bit, and cleaned my room.
Happy End of February Everyone. March, here I come!
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