I wouldn't admit this, but my blogger profile will crank 36 all up into 37 at midnight, so I might as well fess up.
I've taken to mentally just think "I'm 40". Pretty soon, I'm going to adopt my paternal grandmother's tactic of adding 10 years to my age in order to get showered with rapturous compliments like: "You look great for (your actual age +10)!".
Now that she's 94, she's had to scale back on that particular mode of spin.
Also of note, I'm leaving for Japan in the morning - thereby pitching my actual birthday into the International Dateline vortex. I've been trying to avoid my birthday for years now...and I finally figured out the best method:
Just don't let the fucker exist.