I expect you think I'll mention it! Well, I... may! But mostly I'll just change the theme again to reflect the capitalist inflicted season. No, I really don't mind. I have no weird hangups about "Oh God I need a boyfriend on Valentine's Day or my life is worthless." That is so ridiculous, and it's entirely invented by television, films, and the Valentine's Day wizards who strum harps instead of saying bark. It's a nice formality for people who are in relationships and want an excuse for gifts or sex. Conversely, for people who like chocolate, it's like Christmas!
For all of you nosy people in the vastness of the internet, I'm sure you want to know what my special plans are. I will be spending the whole day and night with my significant other(s). His name is Education, and our sometimes third is called Clion, the male version of the muse. We're going to be naughty and move beyond the theoretical to the practical--and read about public history! I'm already quivering in my designer lingerie.
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