Oh. My. God.

OK, this is FREAKING me out. As long as I can remember, I have been obsessed with the number 23. I really don't know why. In astronomy class I learned that the earth is tilted at a 23 1/2 degree angle. My friend April and I joked that 23 is the meaning of life. She had a habit of stealing signs, letters off the walls, stuff like that she kept in a shoebox under her bed. She stole a white square with the number 23 from a cupboard in art class and gave it to me. It was very touching. I started to wonder if 23 was my lucky number or unlucky number. Maybe I would die when I was 23. Maybe it was a premonition. Well, for my 23rd birthday I was in a psychiatric hospital. They sent me a large, dry tasteless white cupcake on my lunch tray. I ate turkey chili. I did not die that day, or that year. I was trying to get pregnant while 23, and I had intrauterine insemination in room 23. I thought, "This is it! I'm 23, in room 23. It'll work this time." It didn't. I got married on August 23. (River Pheonix's birthday by the way).
Now I see that there is a movie out called "The Number 23." Starring Jim Carrey (I love him, I can't help it). All the numbers in his life add up to 23. It makes me think of myself in high school, noticing that my locker numbers added up to 23. April wisely stated, "If you look for it, you will find it." And you will. I was born at 12:23 pm. Is it all a coincidence? Of course. But when I saw the previews for the movie, I was floored. I thought it was just me, being crazy loving/hating that number, still wondering if it's my lucky number or not. But apparently Jim Carrey himself has been obsessed with that number for years, and there is this whole subculture of people that follow the number and how it pops up in life everywhere (23 chromosomes from each parent, the tilt of the earth, etc.). Madness. A person could get lost, lose touch with all reality and become insane from it. I just opened an email from New Line Productions, telling me all about the movie and everything. I have never received an email from them before, or any other production company. Very odd. What does it mean? Who knows. But I will be going to see the movie, that's for sure. The only trouble is whether to go to that one with my husband for Valentine's Day, or go to "Hannibal Rising." Life is full of dilemmas. Now I really miss April...