Cupid was a fucker but that's ok because I have friends

I got whacked in the face with a basketball pretty good last night, so I went to bed with a headache and a bad mood. This morning, when I realized that my glasses were bent, I was even more annoyed and decided that I was going to write a long post about why it really sucks to be alone on Valentine’s Day for the first time in three years.

When I got to my office, there were several Valentine’s Day cards taped to my door by some of my students. They were entertaining little gifts that I’m not sure I deserved, but there they were. I might not have someone to kiss goodnight, but to say that I don’t have love in my life just isn’t true. Thanks for making me see that.