Three Sentence Ficathon

Did you know that, in Spain, Tuesday the 13th is the unlucky one? She should be grateful — it’s the only important day she has, aside from Ruby Tuesday, and no one even knows when that happens — but she complains every year just the same.

Me, I’m the silently, stoically suffering type (okay, I can’t hold a candle to Wednesday, but she’s special, she’s an Addams), but it would be nice for once if someone would recognize all the emotional labor I do on behalf of the chronically superstitious — I mean, maybe I’m better off than poor Manic Monday, who takes that flak every week, but she doesn’t have to put up with little miss T-G-I-Fucking “everyone’s glad to see me — psych! — except when I’m you!” Friday, does she?