9:13

Friday the thirteenth. Shit. Shouldn’t someone send out a memo or something? There’s a reason we invented the internet after all.

Well, crap; now what do I do? I know better than to push things on a day like this. There are more things in heaven and earth and all that crap. Still, I can’t just sit here and wait, can I. Decisions, decisions, decisions…

I wonder if there’s a Starbucks anywhere around here? A pumpkin spice latte with extra cream…that’ll hit the spot. And maybe there will be a vegan or two I can torment. I gotta do something to take up some time. If I give it 18 hours or so it will be the 14th and past the witching hour; then I will have appeased whatever things Horatio’s philosophy forgot to consider that might be lurking and still meet my schedule.

In the meantime, and in between time, there’s a latte with my name on it out there somewhere.