Valentines Eve
Tis the night before Valentines and nothing is happening.I have no plans. That place where four 2 pound boxes of Whitman's Sampler typically lay this time of year remains vacant instead of heading to the office.
I will go nowhere. I will do nothing.
All I have in store is the nuclear stress test which is quite foreboding without the coincidental holiday. I feel like Temple Grandin without a clue. Autistic but lacking those facilities which normally see me through.
Thinking in pictures simply can't help me.
It's not my day anymore.
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