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Friday, August 13, 2004
You want cheese to go with that whine?
Your thin end for today:
Jeez I hate Friday the 13th.
No, seriously, I'll spill salt and not care, I'll walk under a ladder and not even notice, I'll break a mirror and think only of the cost of replacing it, but Friday the 13th really shits me.
I've often had a bad day on those dates - even when I had no blardy idea what the date even was.
Today was no exception.
Heather raced off to school this morning without her keys. I had to get dressed and drive into school to drop them off. Then the oldies ran out of petrol at lunchtime, so I took the petrol can and went off on a rescue mission. Then Ads comes home from school, spits the dummy, beats up H, swears and curses at me and finally gets around to telling me that some little bastard hit him in the head at school and now he feels really ill. Off to the doc, and 2 hours and $25 later we get home in the rain and the dark, one boy needing dinner and a good night's sleep (not necessarily in that order) and one shagged out and pissed off Mum who hasn't had the best of days. Then I notice I'm running low on pain relief, and finally my amp stops amp-ing and makes not a squeak of sound.
I think it's time to ban having a 13 on a Friday, we can just skip the whole number thing and carry on with 14.
There, that solves that problem, doesn't it :-)
I didn't like the movies, either.
Today's prophesy - Come back tomorrow - better news then.
(Cartoons heavily borrowed from Chris Kemp
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Jeez I hate Friday the 13th.
No, seriously, I'll spill salt and not care, I'll walk under a ladder and not even notice, I'll break a mirror and think only of the cost of replacing it, but Friday the 13th really shits me.
I've often had a bad day on those dates - even when I had no blardy idea what the date even was.
Today was no exception.
Heather raced off to school this morning without her keys. I had to get dressed and drive into school to drop them off. Then the oldies ran out of petrol at lunchtime, so I took the petrol can and went off on a rescue mission. Then Ads comes home from school, spits the dummy, beats up H, swears and curses at me and finally gets around to telling me that some little bastard hit him in the head at school and now he feels really ill. Off to the doc, and 2 hours and $25 later we get home in the rain and the dark, one boy needing dinner and a good night's sleep (not necessarily in that order) and one shagged out and pissed off Mum who hasn't had the best of days. Then I notice I'm running low on pain relief, and finally my amp stops amp-ing and makes not a squeak of sound.
I think it's time to ban having a 13 on a Friday, we can just skip the whole number thing and carry on with 14.
There, that solves that problem, doesn't it :-)
I didn't like the movies, either.
Today's prophesy - Come back tomorrow - better news then.
(Cartoons heavily borrowed from Chris Kemp
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