...To the prettiest li'l girl in the whole-wide world!

Seriously, good for me.

It's just that I'm not used to enjoying Valentine's Day, is all.

Go, Al, go!

Jesus, why isn't it Wednesday yet!?

The only real problem with people is that you have to interact with them. I've never understood why misanthropy doesn't get it's propers as a legitimate lifestyle.

God, I LOVE the Found Property Drawer. Three weeks means it's mine, motherfuckers!

Fine, whatever. I don't even care right now.

As usual, I made it through the night scathed but unbroken by God's undying hatred of me. Suck on THAT, Lord!

The strike starts today, ends tomorrow. Lucky for me I don't work on those two days anyway, as it saves me a shitload of awkwardness.

All in all, it was a good night. Discounting, of course, the vast majority of it.