I Should Be Afraid Today, But I'm Not

After screwing up again in The Fourth Department earlier this week and remembering there is no Game-watching event I need to go to this weekend, I decided I was going to end my week with a deserved cocktail or two at the only speakeasy I can go to now that the owner of the two others I like to go to is at war with her employees after they decided to unionize.  But today's Friday the 13th!  I could get a flat tire, or into a car crash, on my way there or on my way home!

You know, not too long ago realizing that the date is that date would frighten me, batten my mental hatches down, get my heart rate up and do only what I absolutely have to do to get through the day, which today would be to immediately go to work and then immediately go home.  But ... well, I think I've had a crappy week, and I think I want to celebrate myself making it to the end by going to a third space that makes me happy.  And so I am going to trust that everything will be OK and I will go to this place right after work, whenever that ends.  But I will cross my fingers anyway.