paraskevidekatriaphobia

fear the sixth day, fear the thirteenth cojoined with the sixth day. i pass through the historically acursed day, seeking omens and keeping my distance from any and all damiens, not a single conclusive incident of bad luck. no terrible visitation of ill-fortune. though this morning was the first day this season to reach the freezing point (see buffulo's premature precipitation), nothing else of consequence occurred today. as i ponder upon this commonly held superstition, i cannot recall any occurence of great calamity on the date of friday the thirteenth. not to say that i have not had my share of bad luck. i've once stubbed my right pinky toe, broken a couple dishes (accidental and not in anger), and shit my pants on the same day. don't ask. but these things do not happen to me on this day of bad luck. perhaps not so with you.
if i were in that movie, i would be crazy ralph, you know, "doomed, you're all doomed" guy. who would you be? until next april, i wish you all the best. and perhaps if we survive the next 38 black fridays, we can all look up to the heavens and enjoy a spectacular friday the thirteenth. good night and good luck.