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Enjoy feeling free. You won't be that way forever, and right now you are in a happy spot between times when you can please just yourself, and anything can happen.
I haven't been with somebody on Valentines day for years and years and years. This year, I have a horrible cold. Me and my cold, we're together and perhaps I will buy a box of holiday appropriate pink kleenex to celebrate our union. I recommend pink kleenex and maybe a clearance box of very old Russell Stover valentine chocolates, the kind where you never know what they are until you bite into them. Then you can spit the terrible concoction into your pink kleenex and maybe have a little cry. Yay valentines.
I have a cold, too, but it isn't debilitating, it is just annoying and dismotivating. And the only time I've been with someone on Valentine's Day, it was very new and awkward. Mecha valentines are my only valentine traditions, and it's all about spreading the love and maybe a little funny. My cold is making me somewhat maudlin and sentimental and I don't like it one bit, but maybe it makes my valentines mushy this year. Oh, biting wit, where have you gone?
I've been dating someone for two months who, I am sure, won't acknowledge Valentine's Day. And when I asked him if he wanted to hang out tonight, he said, "Tomorrow might be better." And then I spend the day wondering if that means he's going to break up with me and just doesn't want to do it on V Day.
Today was very odd. I am thoroughly twitterpated, this is true, but I woke up on the wrong side of the broomstick and had a crying fit (all the better to NOT have a crying fit later). That'll teach me to work until 2 AM :P
But then my honey brought me some flowers -- the second set I'd had delivered to the office in a week (the other was from a friend). I am SO not the flower type, especially on Valentine's Day, but he knows we could all use a pick-me-up here... and that they would die a slow, stinky death at home.
Our state is going to hell, but at least our office looks and smells pretty.
Tonight I'm babysitting an extremely serious 18-month-old while her mom goes to yoga and learns about the heart chakra.
You can celebrate Arizona Statehood Day. (I used to work with someone from Phoenix who'd bring in a big tray of saguaro-shaped sugar cookies. We looked forward to them every year.)