Oh boy oh boy oh boy.....hello online journal/thought bucket/garbage can, how I've missed you.

I'm really hungry but more than that I'm lazy...so here I sit. This is the first day I've had (relatively) to myself and I resented having to leave my warm abode for the obligatory yearly doctors appointment where you sit there for an hour in a drafty room wearing a drafty gown only to tell you that you're fine. I could've done that just fine by myself. But something tells me they're slightly more qualified.

I feel like my life is just one bubble that is only big enough to contain me and myself and one more thing might just make everything burst. I don't know. Maybe it would be my brain, my brain would burst and I'd be a medical mystery on one of those tv shows on the discovery channel. I would be honored. But I think I'm taking that too far. In short, I've been a busy gal.

Last night I piled blankets and pillows on my living room floor and drank ale and ate chips and salsa and watched the Wire. I didn't know what else to do with myself I mean, that's what I enjoy doing every other night of the week. It was just that images of happy couples going on dates and whatnot made for a depressing backdrop to my evening. It's not like I blame anyone, I'm not really feeling angry towards the day, it's just that you can't help but feel weird on Valentine's day. Hell, I felt weird on Valentine's Day when I had a Valentine. Maybe it's a genetic defect who knows? But it's over *phew* and even the happy couples have to get back to reality.

I don't think that being single ever really was a problem for me, not in the sense that I do it very well (you're an ass if that's what you were thinking), but in the sense that I'm at peace with it. I'll never understand the girls who can't be alone but jump from boyfriend to boyfriend seemingly indiscriminately. I mean, I like being alone, I could be a bonafide hermit if I didn't have to go to school or work. Not to imply I'm antisocial, just that it's not my life blood to be around people 24/7. However, there's been a part of me that wants to know where the hell they find them all and once they do, how do they...I don't know, boyfriendize them?

See, this is what Valentine's Day does to you. It makes you think about how weird it is that you're single and how you should try to solve that problem before next year rolls around. I'll work on it.