Friday the 13th didn’t start out that well. I was tired from the ONE BEER I didn’t get for free. When I checked my email I found out that my friend’s mom had died and that kind of put things into perspective. On the way to work I was trying to pass a bicycle where he had a full lane and I had a full lane, but he decided to take the left lane and I was passing him on the right. At the last minute he swerved towards me and then started yelling at me that I was a car and I better watch out. I tried to tell him to be more careful, because, hey, who’s going to get hurt? But whatever. He kept glaring at me at the stoplights.

Later in the evening I went out with friends, including one who is kind of annoying. I had to leave the bar because the music was too loud and my ears were bothering me. We all wanted to go home but the annoying guy made us go to the grocery store for some reason before he’d take us to Jack-in-the-Box, and he wouldn’t let us eat in his used car because he wanted it clean. Keep in mind that he has two kids, a baby and a 3-year-old.

So today I felt like dogmeat, and all I had last night was two drinks. I took a nap and woke up with a headache, but felt well enough to head out to my ex-girlfriend’s birthday party. It didn’t bother me that she had another 10-year-her-junior boyfriend who looked just like the shaved-headed heavy-metal-band loser that she went out with right after me, and it didn’t really bother me that it was all his youthful friends showing up to make me feel old, and it didn’t bother me that we were in a dank and smoky bar and I was trying to hack up a lung. It did start to bother me when her friends, who appeared to be her age, showed up with their much younger boy-toys.

Fortunately, the one shot of Laphroaig I had was working it’s usual magic and I didn’t feel too bad after I drank it. I left at 9:30, telling everyone I had to dress up like Harry Potter and surf the internet. Hah. Like I’d dress up like Harry Potter.