While I'm not normally superstitious, the fact that Friday the 13th comes in June really disturbs me. As I pointed out last June, I really, REALLY hate this month. Last year, my grandmother died, followed by my uncle, followed by a friend. So far, this June hasn't been any better.

On June 1st, my mother told me that my cousin's wife died. A week later, on June 8th, my aunt passed away. The month isn't even half over, and I'm afraid to think of who might be next. (knocking on wood) For most people, June is about springtime and weddings. Not me. I just want to lock myself in my room and not come out until its over.