Oh, Man.

So, in five hours, it will be Valentine's Day. I'm currently torn between being utterly miserable and completely excited.

Those are two polar opposites and I just can't decide between them.

On one hand, my boyfriend absolutely loves me and he got me a necklace and a book for Valentine's Day. I picked out the book and he picked out the necklace. Both of them are ultra!fail, but that's beyond the point. If I was home, we'd be that cute couple that you just love to hate. And there is the problem. I'm not home.

Part of me wants to wallow in self pity because I'm sixteen hours away from Dave. I want Ben and Jerry's ice cream, sappy chick flicks, and my pajamas all day. I can't do that. I have classes. I'm even skipping one to pick up more hours at work.

Instead, I'm throwing myself into making things for my boyfriend that he'll get in March.

I've made him two mixed CDs.
I wrote him a Valentine's story starring the both of us.
I'm framing a picture of I Love You written in Binary.
I am making all sorts of odds and ends for him.
And I'm trying to find other stuff too, just to distract me.

I hope I don't break down tomorrow.