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There is a name for the fear of Friday the thirteenth: paraskevidekatriaphobia! I didn't even make that up, it's a thing, I promise you. Nothing bad happened to me today (come to think of it, I don't think that anything bad has ever really happened to me on a Friday the 13th before, which is most likely why I don't believe it.). I got a 98% on my Chem quiz the other day, in case you were wondering, unless the teacher decided to be really nice and ignore my spelling mistakes (Fluorine and Beryllium. I left off the second 'l' in Beryllium, and switched the 'o' and the 'u' in Fluorine. In my defense, I had them wrong in my notes, so I wrote down exactly what I had memorized.) in which case I'll have 100%. We didn't get to watch the Murdoch episode (maybe tomorrow, dependent on homework), but we did get to finally watch this weeks Agent Carter, which was AMAZING. I adore it, and I wish there was a book, because it would totally be mine. I need to sign off and sleep now, so bye.