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Huhhh.... I searched my archives for a Valentine's day entry, and I didn't have one. I think at this time last year I was sick with pneumonia. Oh, no, I was just getting over it and starting to move into this house. And I was still sick so I couldn't help move anything and I was both guilty and relieved at the same time. This year, I got the bestest present evar, and more chocolate than I know what to do with. It's really the first time that I've celebrated it. And I tried not to make a big deal out of it, because I never wanted to make a big deal of it, but HE made a big deal of it... and I felt bad that I didn't make a big deal when he did. But, really, I get angry at people who make a big deal about it, especially someone who doesn't have anyone to celebrate with. I mean, I never became that bitter on Valentine's day for the years and years I didn't have someone. *sigh*
I can barely type this because my sister is on my bed, sitting, talking on the phone... and my bed isn't made, so her ass (clothed ass) is on my sheets and I have this obsessive compulsive thing about clean beds and work clothes on my bed. And it's really freaking me out and I'm about to go crazy and tell her to get off my bed and then I'll have to change my sheet. It's that bad, and I feel ashamed about it, but I know she's been around sick people all day and she's sniffling and wiping her snot all over her hand and all over my phone, I'm sure. Yeah, so I have to go find a new sheet now. Huhhhhhhh.
