Seriously.
I get fired on the 13th, we were the 13th entrant in the race, and hold on to your hat ... our car came in 13th overall in the pack (4th in our den). Now, should I play thirteen in the lottery somehow, or just move to another country? I am beginning to wonder if there are larger forces at work here. I guess it's like when Julius Caesar, on the night before his pinewood derby race, was told to beware the Rides of March.
I have noticed weird happenings ...
yesterday I was only witty 42 times
my sex drive has decreased
I considered buying cheap beer
I am making stupid puns
I wore my baseball cap backwards for a few minutes
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