One, two, infinity

I often set my away message on AIM to something absurd and nerdy, and so today I settled for "counting to infinity", which set off a neural A-bomb. Why? It reminded me of a practice I had when I was a kid of counting...to infinity. It's all surging back to me...I had this large note card where I kept track of how far I had gotten. I would often count in the shower, before going to bed, etc., and kept the card in the top drawer of my desk. I can't remember if I was trying to reach a set goal or just outdo myself, but I had a tendency to try and take on ridiculous challenges with the hope of making it into the Guinness Book of World Records. Yes, I'm pretty sure that's what I was hoping for, to be recognized as the person who had single handedly counted the farthest. Other projects included pogo-stick jumping, where I had the Dorchester Elementary school record for consecutive hops, but gave up when I realized the winner had stayed on for several days, I believe. The counting project was going on for quite some time, but I have no memory whatsoever of how far I got. I wonder where that note card is today? What happens to a dream deferred? It's probably recycled into that pizza box sitting in the corner of your kitchen. Yeah, you, I'm talking to you. Murderer.