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Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all. I was avoiding my apartment cos my roomie & her boyfriend had a magnum of champagne in the fridge & they were cooking something or other in truffle oil & I couldn't handle the romance. I was being really short with them & I knew I was doing it but I couldn't stop myself. I walked to Supercore, my new favoritest of favorite coffee shops, so I could be That Girl sitting by herself with her laptop, of all things. It wasn't that bad tho. I got a lot of writing done & then I called Leyla to invite myself over. On my way to the subway I ran into a boy I know & we gave each other a Valentine's kiss. My glasses were all dotted with raindrops & he smelt a bit like beer, but it was nice.
At Leyla's we played darts, smoked, drank & ate way too much food. I finally left sometime after one, & I waited a fucking eternity for the train. When it finally came it stopped inexplicably at Lorimer & everybody had to get off there. I was too stoned to be angry & I only had one more stop to go but I was so tired. I thought there was a car service right next to Union Pool, but when I got there it wasn't there anymore. So I ended up walking. It wasn't cold & the air felt clean & new after the rain. & then when I finally made it home there was a heart-shaped box of chocolates on my bed & a note from my roommate that said Valentine's Day sucks! You're a queen.
By then it was 2:30 in the morning. That's late for me these days. I put the chocolates on the nightstand & went to sleep.