02/14/00 -- Ever notice that Valentine's Day shortens to VD?

My Valentine's Day sucked and I'm going to whine about it.   I got up and called into the office.  The only good thing was that I didn't have to go to work.

I put together my sweetie's V-Day present (a 3 DVD box set of Gilbert and Sullivan performances), doodled in the card, and put it on his desk. Then I worked.  It sucked.  I hate the project I'm on right now because it sucks giant turkey butt.

I worked... and worked... and fought with case base organization.   It sucked.

My sweetie opened his present (he liked it), then he went to work, and then to the dentist and then back to work.  My booish housemate went to the doctor.  Both of them are sickies.  It sucked.

Boo and I went to Sweet Tomatoes (a soup-and-salad place) for lunch/dinner.  We stopped "on the way home" (it was a rather circuitous "on the way home") to get sweetie a sandwich for dinner.  I watched wrestling.  Sweetie came home.  I went and worked out at the Y.  I came home, answered an email and went to bed.

Sweetie asked if we could make our Valentine's Day on this coming Saturday, instead.  That way, theoretically, neither of us will have to work and he won't be sick (and hopefully I won't be sick at that point, either) and he'll cook for me and whatever.  I said 'sure'.

I don't know why I'm as bothered as I am about the way the day went.  I don't know why I thought it was going to be more special than it was.   It's just another day.  Like every other holiday.  But it was a let down.   I guess roses (hell, even carnations) would've been nice.  Or a box of chocolate (even though I wouldn't've eaten it).  Or a balloon.  Something that was at least a little nod at what day it was.

And it's silly.  Because I know he thinks about me.   And I know he loves me.  And I shouldn't need one special day with flowers and cut-out hearts and candy to prove it.

It just would've been nice.