disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak

Today is Valentine's Day.
Didn't really do much.
I had breakfast with the family, it was good.
Except the fact that some street vendor across the street
thought it would be a good business move to play awful music from his stupid booth.
Aaand the fact that the people behind us thought it would be a good idea
to play little bits and pieces of ranchero music on a random accordian.

I went to my grandparent's house after that.
It was good.
Didn't really do much except read Jurassic Park.
It's a really good book. I've been reading it all day.

In terms of romance and chocolate and flowers and cards and nice gestures,
nothing really going on there because according to someone,
doing stuff like that on Valentine's Day is too "cliché."
Looks like i'm spending Valentine's Day with Michael Crichton and Wendy's.
Fantastic.



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