I thought that 6/6/6 was going to be a total bust before I even left my apartment. I woke up with a migraine, stepped in cold cat puke as soon as I got out of the shower, and then knocked over my full-length mirror as I was leaving for the train. It fell face down and the entire thing shattered into a million pieces. Not that I'm all that superstitious, but nothing good can come of breaking a huge mirror on 6/6/6.
QWP, come hither, ye minions of SATAN!!!"