It is Valentine's Day, Keely is at Justin's, and I am watching a Friends rerun. I am planning to make popcorn later, and perhaps get into that eleventy-billion gallon jug-o-rum in the cupboard. Not likely, since rum tastes like rubbing alcohol, but it's possible.
I already ate the last 1/8th of a stale chocolate bar that's been on the table for 2 weeks. I don't have cookie-making supplies. Damn you, Valentine's Day, for making it necessary to rub people's noses in their non-couplyness, and damn you, Cupid, for SUCKING.