I have never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day - even when I had a date, my feelings regarding the holiday vacillated between shrugging and apathy. Last year was probably the worst, as EVERYONE I knew was in a relationship and ridiculously happy as a result, but I was depressed all the time then. No reason to blame it on the day.
This year, however, there are numerous reasons to enjoy the season of lovin':
I got the cutest post-modern Valentine's day card from my parents yesterday, which I may prop up on my desk while working on the PoMo RomCom this weekend.
Lady Sisyphus has taught me about the proper ways to celebrate the day, some of which involve goat-whacking.
There are not one, but two, fabulous-sounding parties this weekend, at which I will undoubtedly find Twoo Luvvv.
I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow so that Twoo Luvvv will not be frightened off by split ends.
Not to mention the fact that it's Eric's birthday tomorrow, which is always a reason to celebrate.
I get Monday off, which is DIVINE.
In case of zombie attack, Das Roomie has given me permission to use her frozen steaks as Zombie Distraction while I hide in my bathroom.
I'm not afraid of zombies anymore, as a result.
I like my life
And, most importantly, yesterday I saw a picture of two people in love. And there's nothing better than that.