I am not really a fan of V-Day. Though I did have one very nice V-Day when I took a friend's girlfriend out for dinner--the friend had class. That was fun. Like having a date, but none of the pressure!

I think to this day, my best (non VDay) date was with a friend's boyfriend in high school. There was a charity bachelor auction thingy, and a third friend and I pitched in to win our friend's boyfriend. We figured the three of us would hang out some time, but no -- he took us each out on a real date, dinner and the movies. It was lovely. So fun, no pressure, AND he opened doors and all that shit.

You know, it's kind of sad when you realize you no longer have the attention span to watch the long program figure skating. I blame society.

I should note that by no means should anyone read my previous post to mean that I have had a better date than that on Valentine's Day.

Heh. I just realized "she had class" could be read in a whole other way than intended. She had a class to attend, not "she was so classy she let me take her girlfriend to dinner on V-Day".

My problem is, I am generally against the schmoop. Except when I'm not. But let's just say I'm a lot more likely to identify with Sandra Oh's character on Grey's Anatomy...it's fucked up. But what can ya do?

(Am watching GA right now, and then may have to run back and read all that whitefont! I just LOVED when she said the guy who runs away...be that guy )

Funny, I had completely forgotten about V-Day until I walked into the supermarket and saw all the pink ribbons, bears, and chocolate. For the first time, I feel neither longing nor humiliation that I am utterly single today. I'll buy my own damn chocolate and flowers, and that way? I'll get the ones I want. I'm even contemplating buying myself a diamond right-hand ring. Best part? I won't get mad at me when I discover that it's really cubic zirconia.

I bought myself roses. I buy myself flowers every week or so, but I've never bought roses. They were so all over the place I got some white ones. Very pretty.

If memory serves, a guy bought me a rose once and then got really embarassed and took it back. Such is the peril of younger men when you're 16.

Came home, slept, feel slightly human, and am contemplating flexibility class at 7:45. That's good for headaches.

There's an all day gun seminar (as in shooting them, not taking them away like it usually means) for instructors next Sunday. I desperately want to go but am afraid of the migraine potential. Still, it's outdoors. And I'm sure I can run and hide if it gets too bad. Grr. Can't decide.

I am amazed-but-not at juliana's mad date-getting

Heh. Me too.

I may buy myself roses on Wednesday when they are on sale, because I'm cheap like that.

So, I'm watching this ER Stories show on TLC that is so awesome. But the thing that strikes me especially today is how often there's just one doctor in these small-hospital ERs. There are nurses, but not many, and this one poor guy just had a family of seven come in with burns from a Christmas tree fire. He got the paramedics to stay, and called other doctors in, but still.

I think I'll add some red ones into this bouquet Wednesday.

I remember reading that Memoirs of a Geisha was doing some subtle or different product placement. I don't remember what it was. This, OTOH, stands out as maybe too subtle. At least until the billboards go up.

I took a little nap when I got home. I may become a napper yet.

Now lunch for tomorrow is cooking in the oven and I'm catching up on some tv from last week. I think bed in another half an hour.

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