Today, as if you didn’t know, is Friday the 13th. Everyone knows that this is an extremely unlucky day. The previous one was back in January, and while I can’t recall exactly what happened that day, I’m sure it was full of perils and death!
To prove the evil that is today, I’d just like to take a quick look at key memories I have about the past 9 months of non-13th days and compare them with how my morning has gone thus far.
Non-Friday the 13th Days (no particular order):
Hurt my back playing football
Dissolved relationship, multiple times
Fell off bike, multiple times
Locked out of apartment, multiple times
Lost hostel reservation in Paris at 3am, slept in car
Accosted by scary Parisian pervert
Missed plane, stranded in London
Found a dead mouse in the apartment
Bathroom ceiling caved in, forced to move
Drank too much and threw up, multiple times
Couldn’t get phone/DSL to work at new apartment
Hit forehead on pointy corner in the new shower. Multiple times.
Made some toast for breakfast
Big project due at work got extended a few more days
Ate some peanut butter out of a jar with a spoon
Planning to receive free chips and beer later at work (to be fair, this occurs every Friday)
So there you have it. Conclusive proof that Friday the 13th is . . . well, sort of boring, actually. But at least it’s not as bad as the other 363 days of the year.