October 13, 2006
Hi, are you having a problem with Paraskevidekatriaphobia today?
Oh, how unfortunate.
Oh, oh, I can't look down my long nose and sniff at your mentally disordered foolishness. While I'm not hiding under the bed in quivering, morbid, and irrational fear of Friday the 13th, I AM aware of it. Is it only a cowinkydink that I don't really want to go anywhere today? What would I be thinking if I had to fly somewhere?
I believe that if we hear something often enough it becomes a part if us.
I'd better say no more than "Have a nice day."