I wondered what day I was born on, turns out it was a Sunday. That then produced some more odd figures.
Today is 22241 days after my birth, or 3177 and a bit weeks, during that time my hearts beaten roughly 2242 million times. And if I hadn't had a hair cut my hair would be about 7 metres long.
But I'm not alone, roughly 316.000 others were born the same day, makes me feel quite insignificant really.