You know, I wondered all day why I was having one of the worst days possible. I was at work all day and never noticed it was friday 13th. It's like everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. And when I get home, I find out the 7 yr old I'm taking care of now was suspended for the second time since school started. This time he stabbed a fork through a child's hand at school and the kid needed stitches. I ask him why he did it and he said because he wanted the child's crayons. I just can't even deal with this yet. So I've smoked a joint, I'm pretty mellow and I keep wondering if Friday the 13s are just a superstition then why has my day today fit the stereotypical friday the 13th. Maybe if I smoke enough weed, the evening will be alot better than the day was. Or maybe I'll just hide in a cave until midnight when the day ends.