Today, is going to be one very long day.

Prehaps, it is because I work with fourteen, count 'em, FOURTEEN not single women. Who, coincidentally, think today is the best day of the rest of their lives.

Prehaps, it is because I had to stop at three, count 'em, t-h-r-e-e stores before being able to find the much needed Starbucks Doubleshots to get my morning off into a nice caffeinated depression.

Prehaps, it is because while I was in the stores, this charming little man who was trying to be quite nice, told me "as pretty as I was, I was going to make someone have a VERY happy Valentine's Day." To which I cheerfully informed him that no one was going to be made happy by ME today. He frowned and puzzled over this for a moment and declared it "just wrong." While I concur entirely, I simply told him "life isn't fair."

Prehaps, it is because I cannot even EAT Valentine's Day cookies without biting holes in the side of my mouth. It's a sign. No depression eating today. Will cheerfully inbibe caffeine until I hyperventalate and twitch my way into oblivion.



Drink up, whatever you can chug down without being completely obvious to the rest of your coworker's and have a HAPPY Valentine's Day.