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I hate Valentine's Day.

I've been dumped, ignored, lonely, or hounded by guys I wanted nothing to do with on just about every Valentine's Day of my life. This year the boy and I both decided that we're anti V day, but he still surprised me on Saturday with dinner at one of my favorite restaurants (despite the fact that he's on a strict making-weight diet and basically had to watch me eat) and we have a date tonight to curl up and cuddle and watch Frank Mir break Tim Sylvia's arm. (Some of you know what I mean...)

So I should quit whining now, even though I've got cramps and a headache and I'm sneezing and don't want to be at work.