So, Valentine's Day was last weekend.
Yep.
Not much of a fan, to be honest.
Mostly because I think it's cheesy and lame, but then if Pretty doesn't do something for me, I'm pissed.
Which is so hypocritical.
I don't want to be hypocritical.

I organized like a crazy person over the weekend.
The art space is finished and just needs some decorative touches.
I re-arranged the furniture in my living room (by myself- feat) and then spent hours trying to figure out where the candles should go.
I filed both my federal and state taxes.
I started a pile of crap to give to Goodwill.
Etc.

It's good to be productive, but now that it's not quite 7 AM and I'm going to be leaving for work soon, I'm wishing I'd taken time to relax. 
Oh well.
Just choked on apple juice- taking this as a sign that I should focus a little more on breakfast, and less on bitching about my weekend.