Fuck you, Valentine's Day.

[virgo_79]

Does the fact that I'm in grad school, doing not too shabby in a pretty demanding program, and still being made miserable by this stupid goddamn day mean I have to turn in my feminist card? Shouldn't I be above this? I'm seriously very pissed off at how sad I feel right now. And it wasn't even like I was thinking about it all day -- that bastard

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[surreal_44]

-hugs-

[virgo_79]

Hugs to you too.

[honorat]

Here is a Valentine for you from me: http://ursulav.livejournal.com/1576142.html
and here is a snippet of the next chapter of Crossing the Bar to cheer you up.

Theodore Groves was still sleeping the sleep of the just, exactly as Gillette had tucked him in too few hours ago. Any other time, Gillette would have delighted in rousing his unfortunate fellow lieutenant in order to share the misery of participating in ship maneuvers while in their cups. However, tonight he wished he could leave his friend submerged in Lethe’s waters as long as possible. Duty was sometimes a stone-cold harpy, Gillette reflected

[virgo_79]

That valentine is hysterical, and this snippet does wonders for the mood. :D

“ ‘R we at war w’ th’ French? I don’ mind th’ French. They make good soap. And Molière. Leave ‘em alone, I say.”
--lmao.

Thank you kindly, m'dear.