Or as the Unattatched Call It, Single Awareness Day

As promised, a new blog. Yay! Except that it falls on that most nemisis-ey of all the holidays. Valentine's Day...or Please, Just Kick Me In The Pants And Get It Over With Day. At least that's how it seems some times. Ah well. I have successfully handed in another essay (thank you thank you thank you mom!). Now I just get to sit back and relax until I get my take-home mid-term at 3:30. Yes, five hours of freedom! Arg. And as I walk around the school, I realize there is very little coupleness, which is splendid. I enjoy that heartily. I myself, am going to write my mid-term tonight, and finish up by Chawn from the bus and having meself a nice big pint of Snickers Ice Cream, Chocolate Covered Almonds (God bless the bulk section) and I suppose the Butterfinger bar I have been saving for a very special occasion. Aside from that, I think I shall wallow in my self-pitying, cynical bitterness and stew (probably with Chawn who had to leave Ty this morning, and possibly with Karen, whose guy is in Edmonton right now) in the travesty of a holiday centering around the idea of being in love. And with that special someone. Congrats, though to everyone who gets to be...good on ya! As for me, wallowing sounds really good. So adieu, and wallow away, wallow away. More strangeness yet to come.