Superstition has always surrounded Friday the 13th for reasons I don’t really care to understand. I’ve never really been a superstitious person, or if I am, it’s not blatant enough for me to notice it. Even past that though, my brother was born on a Friday the 13th, so I know it can’t be bad. He is one of the greatest people that I know. And today was spent cooking, hanging up posters, and relaxing with people that I love. Sure it’s cold outside and it’s sure to get colder, but there was nothing wrong with this day.