Its Friday 13th.

[CatInASuit]

So how were you unlucky today?

[beebs]

So far I'm pooping rainbows.

[What Exit?]

Terrible traffic this morning. I never found out why the road to the Parkway entrance was not moving and I had to take the bad road down to a more southern entrance and the Garden State Parkway itself was moving very slow. So I ended up 15 minutes late to work.

[Orual]

Nothing yet, but it's still early.

[Cluricaun]

I'm not a Templar Knight, I have nothing to worry about.

[Rube E. Tewesday]

I slept in a bit, something I practically never do, but raced through my shower and wasn't late at all in the end. So, meh. (So far)

[Orual]

Nothing yet, but it's still early.

I was right to be cautious - I ended up caught in a public transportation convulsion, stood outside waiting for non-existent shuttle busses, and ended up at work 45 minutes later than usual.

[OneCentStamp]

I got my dong horribly caught in my zipper and bled great gouts of arterial blood all over the front of my pants. Even now, it's just kind of hanging by a few strands of sinew and a lot of gauze and medical tape. Unlucky? Yeah, because I had been *this* close to wearing my red pants today, and then I wouldn't have had to change them.