Yep, yep, yep. Sixth day of the week. The number thirteen. Thirteen apostles at the Last Supper. Flight of Apollo 13. Thirteen witches in a coven.
Some buildings don't have a thirteenth floor. Charles Manson (among others) has thirteen letters in his name.
And so on, and so on, and so so so on.
Did you know there's an actual phobia for Friday the Thirteenth? It's unpronouncable. Paraskevidekatriaphobia. See?
So we've reached that magical, mysterious day, where bad luck is supposed to be destined to find you. I personally take it with a grain of salt. Sure, it's
possible that I could be hit by a bus today, but that's also possible on every other day. If I wanted to go out and make sure I found
evidence of bad luck today, I could, but I could also do that just about every other day, too. It's sort of like your horoscope: if you want to believe it,
you can twist the words to apply to anything in your life. So I choose to embrace today. I have friends born on Friday the Thirteenths - they're not wholly
Besides, everyone knows the real bitch of a day is
Saturday the Fourteenth.
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