Friday the 13th
Friday the 13th must be infamous for a reason. For some reason, I feel like I’m afflicted by its evil hex. The last couple of these Friday the 13th events I’ve had these bad things happen to me. Just little things where it just happens to be where I’m at the wrong place at the wrong time.
For today, I had to park farther than usual. Not a parking spot in sight. Then work was just a long drag of a day. The last 2 hours felt like a standstill. And of course, today happened to be the one day where there’s heavy rain after months of practically no rain. All day long, I knew I was gonna get affected by the strangeness of today. It was in the back of my mind all day. Driving home, it was laggy, it was wet, rain and dirt everywhere; it was an intense struggle just to get home. But finally, I managed to make it home without anything bad happen.
So instead of having one major bad luck event, I just had a really long day. So I still hate this fucking day. But at least it’s Friday and I survived.
