So, that day's come round again, and I can't say I'm particularly affected by it one way or the other, which is nice. Usually things contrive to make me intensely depressed, but today I plan to go to Cambridge, dance at The Calling with notintheseheels and several other lovely people (and some less lovely ones, obviously, but never mind), see the people I'd be asking to be my valentine if I went in for that sort of thing which I basically don't, and then go to Versus tomorrow night and generally enjoy myself in a synthesised fashion. What could be better?
If I love you, I almost certainly tell you so all the damn time, so you really ought to know by now. Have a nice day.