Well, it's the day after Valentine's Day and I think I'm going to puke. Not that I have anything against Valentine's Day, but just because I'm one of those pathetic bachelors that went out drinking at the meat markets looking for those single women who were trying to be a part of the Valentine's feeling they had welling up in themselves. I came very close to asking the beautiful young barmaid if she would mind if I just stuck my pinky in her exposed white supple cleavage for a few seconds, but that's about as close to love as I came to last night... I am deeply suffering from the hangover from hell.... Help! I need morphine.....