Bleeding Heart

I can't remember the last time I did something special for Valentine's Day, probably because it's been so long since I've had a significant other. This year is no different, and I'm fine with that. The second or third century martyr this holiday was named after is probably content to know I'm spending today cleaning my house. About the only think I'll get out of it is all the candy that will be half-price tomorrow. Take that, Hallmark.