21:50 PST

It's "Valentine's Day", or rather the night thereof. I've enjoyed an unexpected call from Wayfaring Mind, Hamburger Helper beef stroganoff, and I'm halfway through a twelve ounce bottle of Guinness. What did I do for "Valentine's Day"? I cleaned my gun.

And yet, someone's seen fit to ruin it. Today's bollocks, and everyone who thinks that it's somehow more "romantic" or "sweet" or "special" than usual, they deserve a severe beating.

I'm going to bed, you wankers. G'night.