Oh, what the hell. It's friggin' Sweetest Day?! How the fuck was I supposed to remember that? I didn't hear a single person talking about it, plus my calender doesn't even have show it. And yet I come out this morning to a card and a Lindt truffle bar(YUM) from my wife. DAMN. She said she wasn't sure if I would do anything, so she did just in case. It's no big deal, considering it's a lame ass holiday anyway, but I still feel schmucky. I normally remember these things. I've just had so many other things on my mind lately. Oh, well. *goes and eats yummy chocolate*