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.

More cowbell, by the numbers: [link]

Steph, I'm with you on the THIS BABY WILL BE BORN TOMORROW bit. However, I will say that at 7 cm and 50% effaced, the pain was so bad, I tried to go home. I drug the baby monitoring machine, IV pole and BP machine halfway across the room before the nurse was able to convince me to stay. Then I got demerol and I was better. My nitpick is, why wasn't the freaking bomb box thingie right freaking there ???

How loud are guns when you're wearing those earmuff ear protection thingies?

ION, it sounds like I get to be a lab rat. Which means there's a 33% chance I'll get the placebo. But if I do, 6 months later they'll give me the real thing.

Depends on the cartridge. To me, .22s only sound about 1/3 what they do without ear protection, .45s about 1/2.

[link] For our Anarchinst lawyers out there.

Kinda wish I had gone to law school.