Actually, I woulda just, y'know, kinda moved over and gone along my merry way. I'm not really an "anyone else", though.
As far as Friday the 13th is concerned, two interesting things happened. First of all, when I got home at approximately 6 AM after driving since midnight, I scraped the side of the car on those pillar thingies we're supposed to park in between. Mostly just paint transfer from the thingy to the car, though. No major damage. I think the car was driving itself, anyway, 'cause I didn't even realize I was home 'til that happened. Anyway, I then went to sleep just as the sun was beginning to brighten the pollution-filled air of the Houston area. By the time I woke up again, it was already dark. So Daddy and I went to McDonald's. (That whole fasting thing kinda flopped, by the way. I'm blaming it on the parents. 'cause I can.) Anyway, a black cat tries to run across the road. I'm thinkin' the cat was the one that got the bad luck, though, 'cause... it's dead now. It was then that Daddy mentioned that it was Friday the 13th. So I just shrugged, said we were probably about to die, and returned to that half-asleep, half-high state that I'm usually in when I'm breathing Houston's air. Naturally, upon returning home, I went back to sleep. And there you have it.
As far as Friday the 13th is concerned, two interesting things happened. First of all, when I got home at approximately 6 AM after driving since midnight, I scraped the side of the car on those pillar thingies we're supposed to park in between. Mostly just paint transfer from the thingy to the car, though. No major damage. I think the car was driving itself, anyway, 'cause I didn't even realize I was home 'til that happened. Anyway, I then went to sleep just as the sun was beginning to brighten the pollution-filled air of the Houston area. By the time I woke up again, it was already dark. So Daddy and I went to McDonald's. (That whole fasting thing kinda flopped, by the way. I'm blaming it on the parents. 'cause I can.) Anyway, a black cat tries to run across the road. I'm thinkin' the cat was the one that got the bad luck, though, 'cause... it's dead now. It was then that Daddy mentioned that it was Friday the 13th. So I just shrugged, said we were probably about to die, and returned to that half-asleep, half-high state that I'm usually in when I'm breathing Houston's air. Naturally, upon returning home, I went back to sleep. And there you have it.
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