It's here. It sucks beyond all belief, and I'm not talking about your mom. That's right, it's Valentine's day. Pretty miserable on the whole, especially since one of my best friends is in the hospital right now for surgery on her gall bladder. I am really missing her right now. What else has sucked? Everything. That is, except for this little bit of news:
For once, I was not referred to by any false names in Ancient and Medieval Worlds. That is nigh-miraculous. I really kicked ass in the class this morning, so perhaps I made an impression. Same in modern philosophy. Perhaps I do best when I am supremely depressed. It's rather odd. Maybe it's just a bizarre mixture of fatalism and genius. Or maybe I am one of those so-called "thinkers of the spleen," like Nietzche. Oh well. I guess that is what I get for being a melancholic madman. I don't know.

As the abyss that is Valentine's day rapidly approaches, a light has appeared at the end of the tunnel. I am going to the Northwest Regional Ethics Bowl in Montana with a bunch of the other guys in the RE/PH department, plus some others from Business and Communications. Should be a blast! Ethical debates on the massive scale! I look forward to it very much. It all goes down in April, though, so it is a ways off.

It's that time of year again: Valentine's. It always sucks for me. My depression is at its highest. Perhaps its because my own cowardice always prevents me from even seriously considering asking a girl to go out for the evening. I feel horribly alone watching all these couples just materialize out of the woodwork while I sit alone on the sidelines, forlorn. At times, I think Sartre might have been right and that Hell really is other people, but I'm quite often alone, and believe me, if that's Heaven, then I am metaphysically screwed. I think Sartre may have been dead wrong on this one. At least, I hope he was. It brings me no comfort if loneliness is the best thing in the world, because it bloody sucks.

In other news of the world, a good friend of mine is going into surgery for gall-bladder stones. This year, she has been one of the few constants that I could count on in my otherwise chaotic life. It hurts just to imagine her in the kind of pain she has described to me, and if there were anything I could do to diminish that pain, I would do it in a heart-beat.

What else has happened? Life is continuing as it always has, and will continue to do so. I'll probably just have to stay out of the room Friday night when Peter's fiance comes out. It would be a damn shame if I were to walk in on them.