Well, it is Abraham Lincoln's birthday (he would be 194 years old if not for his untimely demise and if longevity treatments and/or cryogenics had been invented) I am surprised that there's not some wacko festival going on here in the great Land of Lincoln. Ah well. At least I didn't have to work the whole day today.

But, damn it, I had to be reminded that Friday is Valentine's Day which I remember mostly for the famous massacre (again, appropriate since I am in the Windy City.)

It only really matters because I have been dreaming about things that I probably shouldn't be dreaming of.

Man, oh, man. Forget it. I'm not even going to try to figure it out. The only certain thing is that it will adversely affect my mental status if I even ponder it. I want to do something, but I am frozen in place.

Yeah. It think it was better when I was bitter and cynical and thought that love (or whatever you want to call it) was only for deluded fools.

Well. At least I'm not in a relationship, particularly a long-term one. I wonder how many men are quaking in fear, knowing that there S.O. is expecting them to propose. See, when I was bitter and cynical, I was highly amused by the amount of stress February 14 places on relationships. Actually, you know what, it still amuses me. The only thing that has changed is that these days I can actually imagine that perhaps, one day, I just might be one of those fools. (Not to say that I think that the crazy thoughts running through my mind will actually work out, considering that once again, I refuse to do anything about how I feel. But, generally speaking, chances are I'll get caught up in something someday. Yeah. Someday.)

Eh. I wanted to write something amusing, but that would require too many details. All I know is that I think this Friday is worse for people who are in tenuous, fractuous, iffy relationships than it is for us single folk. For us, I think it just gives us a good excuse to drink. But for those unfortunates, well, it could very well be a life-changing event, for better or worse.

I am quite loopy from the coffee. I'm not even going to bother to figure out whether anything I've written is even remotely coherent.