The supposedly most romantic day of the year shouldn't be on a Monday. Especially a Monday that I had to be at work at 7 a.m. and stayed at work until 6 p.m. Jeff and I were to cook together and be a cute couple, but dammit, after 11 hours of work, you're tired as a motherfucker.
We've agreed to postpone Valentine's Day. Fuck the candy hearts, fuck the mush and fuck the two-hour wait at restaurants. I just mechanically ate a meal, sat in the tub and played video games. That's a good day right there for me. Besides, we'll do Valentine's Day another time -- maybe in August when the wait isn't so long for a meal.