V-Day.

            First, let me preface this by saying that at this very moment I am drinking a caramel macchiato out of a Jack Skellington mug while sitting at work. What does that say about me exactly? Well, it says that I would much rather be sitting here in October rather than February. But it also means that I’m not cynical enough to mock the couples on Facebook and whatnot gushing about their boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, and children.

            Why bother?

            Just because I’m miserable doesn’t mean that I must make others feel the same way. I never was one for pity parties, so instead, let me tell you how I’ll be spending my V-Day. I’m going to sit here at work until midnight, probably drink a lot more coffee than I should, try to get some writing in, and then I’m going to go home and try to sleep before my big doctor’s appointment at 8:20am.

            Glamorous? No.

            Honest? Always.

            -Sky