Friday the Thirteenth was kinda interesting this season. I fixed things with my magical touch, and nothing too bad happened.

Except I had to work until one in the morning and I'd forgotten my jacket (and, by extension, my gloves) at home. It felt like I'd be cold forever; the cold penetrated my skull and gave me a headache, from which I'm still recovering. I put the heater on in my car, to little effect. I got home, slept until two comforters, and in fleece pajamas, and still woke up with that inner coldness. How surreal!

I also tried going cold-turkey off sodas, which may also explain the headache. I woke up and drank a pepsi, so I'm feeling better. My bro was cool enough to think ahead and buy me a six-pack of Mt. Dew, which is also cool. Thanks, bro!