Friday the 13th.

It's Friday the 13th. And a full moon, apparently. I didn't notice. I'm actually not superstitious at all. I walk under ladders, put my shoes on the table, constantly open umbrellas inside, I don't mind cats, a few years ago I even broke a mirror- and I don't have particularly bad luck. My Grandmother was kind of superstitious and my Great Grandmother really was. I know Celine is too. It just doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I have many OCD like habits, but not superstitions. Then again, I get pooped on by my birds every single day, so they could just be giving me good luck to counteract the bad...nahhh I don't think so. Oh well. Be safe, everyone. ;)