Jun 13, 2008 23:54
In 5 minutes, it will no longer be Friday, June 13, where I live.
Last time there was a Friday 13th in June, somebody very close to me died. That was five years ago today. (Kelly? I still think about you every day.)
Today was meant to be D-Day (decision day) for Eli. If he was recovering, he would go home with the professor. If not, he was going to, well, just go, because it would mean that his pancreas was swollen beyond repair and getting near the point where rupture would be a concern (and that would be a really agonising death for a cat).
I have not been told what happened yet. I fear this may be because he was put down.
The next time there's a Friday 13th in June, I'm going to spend the whole day in bed watching bad movies because the universe clearly dislikes when this particular coincidence of events takes place.