Dude I kid you not, last night probably around 2am when I was in bed, I felt something below my bed (I have a loft) and I honestly looked around to make sure Jason didn't come stab me in my sleep.
I worked my first 8-hour day in a month, we got a fresh six inches of snow, the wife is getting chinese take-out for dinner, and it's Friday. This 13th is pretty awesome so far.
I just watched the remake of Friday the 13th, it was fun.
I don't see why people are so afraid of the day, it's not like a deformed retarded guy in a hockey mask is going to sneak up behind you and cut your head o
I've just been rushed with an overwhelming sense of anxiety and fear over the contents of tomorrow. I wish the thirteenth would stay more than two hours.