On my thirty-third birthday I want to quit my job. Not because I hate it or that it is a cesspool of unbearable personal politics, it is actually a great place to work. No I want to quit because I’m just tired of working the 8-5 grind. So I bought myself a cheap gift this morning after filling up the car with gas: a Powerball ticket.

Powerball is up to $205 million and the lump sum payment is $100 million and after the tax man takes his share that leaves about $40 million. I would take that remainder and invest it and live off a conservative return of 2.5% or approximately $400k after taxes. Just enough to be comfortable.

Never would I work again. Rather, I would go back to school and pursue my doctorate, maybe studying the intersection of technology and social groups with a focus on small group theory. The remainder of my time I would spend with my daughter as she grows up.

At the very least that dollar was well spent on day dreams.