Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th. Lucky day? Unlucky day? I don't suppose it matters much. I love Fridays. I love the SciFi channel lineup on Friday nights. Of course, admission of that fact brings to light the additional fact I have no social life. That's OK, though. It takes me out of my head for awhile.
My Mom was born November 13. I don't know if it was a Friday or not, but I'd call that pretty lucky for me, and pretty lucky for all the other lives she has touched.
I'd like to think of something sparkling and witty to say in this post, but I'm pretty much drained. It's 8:00 in the evening, and I have run out of juice. I think I'll indulge in a diet Dr Pepper, gaze at my bead collection and come up with some ideas for pretty jewelry, and possibly fall asleep at my desk. If not, I might make it to bed and figure out how to pay the bills tomorrow.
Tomorrow is another day. The good news is, I get to find a zucchini plant and plant it in my garden, and possibly some grub stakes, to get rid of the grubs around my tomatoes.
Had a sandwich for supper. Maybe tomorrow I'll stir-fry some zucchini and be healthy for a bit.
Each day is what you make it, right? Doctor still hasn't called. Don't know if that's good or bad. Talk to me, world.