They say I've been alive for a thousand days. It's a lot, I know that much. Although not exactly how much. It can't be more than a million, or more than eighty, because you're supposed to live a million and eighty days, and then you're discontinued. I live, so I'm not that old yet.
Sure, I'm not that good counting. But I'm not stupid. Even without counting I can say that one thousand and one is the same as having one thousand and then have yet one more. Just one more. And that's tomorrow. And that's some special day!