Shot through the heart

Oh, yeah, it's Valentine's Day. Fucking YAY. I am operating on literally almost no sleep, due to the harsh sound of wind-whipped sleet SLAMMING against TWO bedroom windows allllllllllllllllllllllll night long. I've been a zombie all day. Up much earlier than I usually am. And my bedroom was also oddly cold, so I was also freezing. Just a fucking nightmare night's sleep. And then I shoveled...TWICE. So that wears one out, too. I'm actually not in a bad mood...just TIRED. And the fact that it was Cupid's Hallmark-focused, ridiculously manufactured holiday truly went virtually unnoticed. No one was MINE, and that's just fine...wow, THIS rhymes! To end on a trademark dark note, especially given the day, I was DELIGHTED to read a Dale Earnhardt, Jr. interview today in the new Sports Illustrated in which he totally rails against the chains of marriage. CHAINS is MY word, but he essentially said he didn't wanna answer to anybody, likes being alone, and can't imagine tying the knot anytime soon. GOOD for him!! Now if only he were my friend, i'd have someone to hang out with.