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December 13, 2002
I was hesitant to make plans for today; my favorite cousin told me Friday the 13th is a good day, so I might as well. Anything can happen. Yesterday I saw a black cat carefully creeping alongside a fence. Maybe my bad luck left with that cat. A friend called last night; she said she feels pressure from a heavy shroud of sadness encircling the world. Everyone she knows is having troubled times. She thinks something really bad is pending. She thinks the world is coming to an end. Everything is happening so fast, yet nothing is happening at all.