I was sitting at home alone debating whether or not it was too pathetic to go to a pub and drink alone on Valentine’s Day. Ultimately, I decided that it was best to hide my shame and stay at home. I went to Cold Storage to buy some more tissue to soak up my tears. I had only been gone 30 minutes, but when I came back I saw the Cookie Monster sleeping on my couch. I felt like poop because I didn’t even get her a card. I took her out and did my best to recover, but upon reflection, taking her to a dirty pub probably wasn’t the best decision I ever made.
All in all, I think this was my greatest Valentine’s ever.
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