Well, the dreaded V-Day is over.

And it wasn't that bad. Instead of cruel and unusual punishment it seemed like the logical conclusion to spending Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's and my birthday alone.

Now all the warm fuzzy couply holidays are over and I can start looking forward to guzzling green beer on March 17.

You know what's weird?I am actually happy. Happy with my life and happy with my jobs and happy with my friends and happy enough that the eventual destruction of life as we know it is not looming nearly as large on the horizon as it usually does.

Somebody call the proper authorities - there must be something wrong.