Valentines Day soon approacheth. Cupid spared me a golden arrow, piercing me clean side to side lobe to lobe with a lead substitute. Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic. I just want a lover to cuddle up to. An anonymous pidgeon that will reach over the table, caress my hand, and slip into my fingers later on. Thanks to whoever gave me an agenda choc full of lovebirds, titled Kisses 2005. I need love... baaaaadly.