Sorry, but this isn’t a post dedicated to Jason and all things from the Friday the 13th movie *perish the thought* so if you clicked here looking for scary shit, off you go.
This is a post dedicated to the fact that I hate Friday the 13th.
No, really I do.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever blogged before about how crazy superstitious I am. Oh yeah, I do all that superstitious crap – I never walk under ladders or let a black cat cross my path and I always have to leave through the same door I entered when I’m a guest in someone’s house.
So, I suppose it goes without saying then that I would detest this day.
It makes me cranky at best and at worst it makes me argumentative and on edge with this horrible sense of foreboding. Usually I try to avoid it … ye know, stay home and bury my head in the sand like it doesn’t exist until midnight.
The date kind of crept up on me though. It actually didn’t dawn on me till yesterday lunch time when somebody in the office mentioned it … and then I got a pit in my stomach, but managed to ignore it for the rest of the day by scoffing jelly babies. What? Don’t judge.
Today, however, was a different story. I woke up in a foul mood, partly because it was Friday the fucking 13th and because I knew I had house hunting plus a huge drive ahead of me to get home for the weekend for my boys and I had to do it all on Friday the fucking 13th.
What the feck could possibly go wrong in my life … today of all days, I thought?
Well, I’m happy to say that despite it being Friday the 13th, I did finally decide upon a place to live and that I did make it back to my boys in one piece, however, my stupid tom-tom took me through the city of London. I panicked at first, but then realised that I’ve driven through worse in Atlanta during rush hour … heck I’ve seen worse driving in Tampa rush hour … and just got on with it.
Of course … me being me … I was sure to take in the glorious sights of the city along the way.
So, after today I’ve decided that Friday the 13th can actually go suck it because if that’s the worst it can throw at me then bring it on. At least for this year. Heh.