Well, we had the obligatory one for Xmas, why not for this, right? And yes, I know, I’m a day and a bit early. But my life has crashed to the bottom of the boredom scale, and this is the only thing I could think to say today. Alright? Sue me.

I’m surly. Rawr.

So, this is your Valentine’s Day greeting! Love it, cherish it, or do what I’ll be doing - moping around and wondering why nobody on the planet loves me.

In the past, there have always been events. School events. Friend events. Last year, Nick bought each of the girls a rose, we had heart shaped candy, and we went Cross Country skiing at night. This year, I am on my own.

My parents shall be going out for a romantic dinner. My brother is across the country. I’m pretty sure all my friends are performing the dance of the overactive hormones. That leaves me, my dog, my cats and a night in with Bridget Jones (and Mark Darcy, for that matter, major drool factor) and Ben & Jerry (Half Baked- I already have it ready to go in the freezer, yo!). Maybe some Cadbury Creme Eggs. I haven’t quite decided if moping around is enough, or if I must also eat my body weight in candy, so that, you know, I can become even more unattractive, so even more people can find me hideous.

… Okay, okay, to be fair, not everyone finds me hideous. And I do have someone that is, sort of, my quasi- pseudo- kinda-sorta Valentine this year. As in, I asked them if they would be, and I suppose they felt so sorry for me as to say yes. So, yes, good for me! Bad for the poor person I tricked into having to pretend to like me for a day! Ha!