It Is Valentine’s Day.
The point of the piece is that Jennifer would rather nobody wish her a Happy Valentine’s Day — and by extension, I think I’d frown on the sentiment myself, as I’m fairly sure that’s just not in the cards; I’m probably going to have kind of a melancholy day, with recollections of being with an affectionate (at the time) girlfriend this time last year nagging at me, and those memories intersecting with other memories in the maelstrom of my brain and basically driving me into a sad and crazy place. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my bedroom sobbing into a pillow and whining that nobody cares about me. Maybe I’ll even break a mirror and cut myself.
No, probably not. But there probably will be a little cloud hanging over my head today, raining on me. Probably a lot of you out there, too. I’m really just not a big fan of the Valentine’s Day. Not at all.
I was going to have an update yesterday, but I succumbed to a bout of seasonal depression — at least, that’s what I think it was — so I’ll be posting this week’s single actual page tomorrow, and then normal Wednesday-Friday service will resume next week.
See you again Friday.
–Jonathan
