85 what, you ask? I don’t know, but that seems to be my number. I keep using it to emphasize things.

“I called 85 times and kept getting a busy signal.”

“I need to get around to the 85 other things on my to-do list.”

“It’s about 85 times easier than doing it the other way.”

Maybe there’s some kind of deep symbolism in that number. But if there was, you’d think it would be 84, the year I was born.