I hate waking up tired. Don’t you?
Tonight I’m doing an appearance at Barnes and Noble. I haven’t done any readings or anything for ages…I’m so out of practice, completely immersed in my little wintertime reclusive life. I have to get some energy up, pronto. I think I’ll go outside and just breathe in cold air…should help.
(For you locals, it’s at the Barnes and Noble at New Hope Commons in Durham, 7pm. Stop by, you know, if you’re in the neighborhood.)
Valentine’s Day is the day after tomorrow, and, as usual with any gift-giving occasion, I find myself slowly approaching the last minute with no idea what to buy my husband. Me, I’m easy to buy for: I am the consumate consumer. He’s one of those folks that, when asked if there’s anything he’d like for birthday/Christmas/Groundhog Day/Whatever he just shrugs and says, “Oh, nothing. I don’t need anything.” And he MEANS it. Sheesh. What do you do with a person like that?
(If you’re me, you are constantly purchasing gifts that you like, which he then doesn’t, but accepts politely, because he’s Just Like That. It’s a vicious cycle, truly.)
And when, exactly, did Valentine’s Day become such an all-around holiday? It used to be just about romance, but now it’s sort of spread itself out and you feel like if you don’t buy a card for your long-lost twice removed Uncle Harold, you’re a bad person. What’s up with that?
*waits for answer*
I know, I know. No one really knows. It’s the greeting card companies, I think. They’re in cahoots, ruling over all of us with their candy and card whims. But the nice thing about Valentine’s Day is that we need *something* to get us through February, which otherwise is a short month that always feels so damn long. So it might as well be a holiday involving candy and presents. Why not?
have a good day, everyone…..