16 hours at work yesterday. Did good work. Still can't get out of there soon enough.
It's Valentine's Day. I'm in the library, working by myself. I didn't want to spend today alone. Could it have been different if I'd had more guts? My work needs done in order to have tomorrow to carry out the plans I've made with my friends, but I don't want to work. I need to.
"solidarity coven" is an interesting idea. But then my knowledge of history takes over and I imagine striking Polish dock workers dancing around a fire buck naked and the mind, as they say, boggles.
I feel like I've forgotten something. But I'm pretty sure it's my fiance.
Next update: 12 hours, 26 minutes and 53 seconds from now