Ya, it's 'That' day

Let me get the mundane out of the way first.

I spent most of the day in a fluorescent lit meeting room with a fan that squeaked like a cricket, I thought I was going to go crazy!

I took some pictures today at lunch as the sun decided to come out (it was raining in the morning). But now that I've popped my memory chip into my laptop I realize I never reset the exposure levels back to normal after the weekend's concert and they look like crap - as you can see to the right. I tried to add some brightness to lighten the picture but it still looks awful.

I think it's all coming down to not enough sleep. Tuesday I woke up at 4AM and last night it was 2AM.

Now onto the main topic of the evening.

As you all are aware today was Valentines Day. If I had been at work as per usual I would have been wearing black in a sign of protest for all the single people out there. It's the one day of the year that can drive any normal confident, self assured person into a spiral of despair and depression if you're not in a relationship. It's as if the whole world is pointing the collective finger and calling you a loser. Even though 364 days of the year you're quite happy with yourself. Why is that?

But this year had an added snag. Normally I'd plan a preemptive strike and plan a girls night going to a spa, getting some take away, watching a non-romantic movie to take our minds of that fact that we're social outcasts for the day.

Great, but I'm not at home - I'm out of town on business which means I have to eat my dinner out. Normally this wouldn't be a problem as I would just eat in the hotel restaurant, but when we walked into the hotel after coming from the office both the restaurant and the bar were completely packed with lovey dovey people. So we've no choice but to walk around town trying to find a restaurant that hasn't been booked solid for weeks to get fed.

I will say this, 3 girls trying to get dinner on a night such as this was a bit awkward. I wasn't completely sure if it was sadness or pity that was on the Maitre D's face.

Oh well, at least the food was good and tomorrow is another day.

Psyco chick rant over (sorry)