There's nothing you can do that can't be done

Ah, Valentine's Day. Ben and I woke up early and went here for coffee and pastries, and after work we're going here for fatty reubens and malts. Nothing's more romantic than a pile of meat!

I listened to Help! on the way to work, and I am in a great mood. Sometimes I forget that I really, really, really love the Beatles. It's fun to listen to them from more of a songwriting perspective now. I think that if somehow there was Beatles music playing when I got home and the door to my house was frozen completely shut, again, I might be less grumpy as I hack away at it with a paint scraper.

Are you sick? Everyone is sick. We're sick-- of calling groups of students to tell them that their classes are canceled because their teacher is sick.

I just learned from spellcheck on Blogger that cancelled is actually spelled canceled. Uh, I mean, is actualy speled canceled. Spelcheck told me. Tod me.

Three cheers for good moods!