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So, it’s my birthday. Whatevs, I’m not super into birthdays. What worries me is that today is Friday the thirteenth. I try not to be superstitious, I really do, but I am, especially about Friday the thirteenth. I was actually born on a Friday, and every Friday the thirteenth birthday I’ve had in the past has been pretty traumatic. I got food poisoning on my eleventh birthday, and I spilled Diet Pepsi all over my beloved laptop on my twenty-second birthday (until this year, I’ve only had a Friday the thirteenth birthday every eleven years, but unfairly it’s only been six years since my last one!). The laptop was dead for three days, before it dried out and, thankfully, revived. Otherwise AUT might not even exist! Or it might be pubbing this year rather than two years ago (yesterday was AUT’s second birthday!).

Anyway, that was a tangent. I really don’t care about most Friday the thirteenths, just the ones that happen to be my birthday. But I’m also really forgetful about my birthday (like, this morning my roommate had to remind me), so in my infinite wisdom I BOOKED A FLIGHT for this evening. I’m going to Chicago with Cambria and Nikki to hang out with Mary, whose birthday is Sunday. Here’s hoping the plane doesn’t go down. I’m serious. I’m concerned.

As always, I’m your daily dose of rainbows and sunshine! (And death omens.)