Friday February 13, 2009.
I used to be really afraid of Friday the 13ths. In 1996 I was in two car accidents in one weekend, the first of which was on a Friday the 13th. Then in 1998 I was living in Rome, and was hit by a car while crossing the street, on a Friday the 13th. There was another Friday the 13th the next month after that, and I was extremely nervous all day but nothing happened. I was considering just staying in the apartment all day to avoid trouble, until my roomates suggested that I stay away from the kitchen knives and I realized that anything could happen anywhere. There haven’t been any weird occurrances since then, so I think I’m over that particular superstition. There are two Friday the 13ths in a row this year too- one this month and one in March.
And on a completely unrelated note, here’s a photo of the new paint I bought on Wednesday.
