the 18th

if you read The Portents Are Grim, on Feb. 2nd, you should know why I'm afraid of the number 18. If you didn't read it, then go back and do so, because I don't feel like explaining it again. So naturally, I felt wary as the moring of feb. 18th began. Sure enough, as soon as I left the house to go to the bus stop I heard the crows. They were swooping around above me, crowing loudly. As you know, crows are bad ommens. On the eighteenth. *shudder*