The Thirteenth of Friday

Whenever Friday the 13th rolls around I always feel like I should do something to celebrate it, but I never can figure out what. So here I am, not figuring out again.

I've been busy. My brain is apparently incredibly efficient at turning even good news into stress. If I could find a way to convert that process into energy I'm sure we could stop relying on fossil fuels or something. It's been hideously, painfully, oppressively hot here, which hasn't done wonders for my mood all week. I cleaned ...