airborne particulates be damned! i’ve got a cold or allergy something-or-other bothering me on valentines day! fucking poor timing, guys. you couldn’t have steered clear of these passageways for another 36 hours or so out of politeness? there aren’t some lonely single people around here you could have bothered with this business? i mean, they’re going to be at home crying and sniffling tonight anyway; they’ve got the tissue stockpiled to deal with you tonight. i’m scheduled to be spending the night with a pretty girl and you’ve got me all blocked up. super uncool.

take the person who told me this morning, ‘i hate valentines, it’s such a hallmark holiday’. not that i’m into wishing sickness upon others, but if ‘this day isn’t any more special than any other day, you should be romantic all the time’, then why can’t she have a cold today and i be sniffle-free?

somehow we’ll manage and i’ll share my own valentines thoughts afterward. happy [snif] valentines [cough] day everybody!