Imagine, one of those Jamaican songs and think of smoking weed. That's the sort of feeling I have at the moment, except there's no music or plant. It's this crazy feeling of I love you. I love you. Valentines was brilliant. Music, flowers, thoughtful gifts, cooked breakfast, cooked lunch and a stunning dinner in the heart of the city. I couldn't have asked for anything more, except his coat when walking down the river. Everyone looked pretty tonight. Really dressy, just for a house party. I usually loathe them, but Mere's house is gorgeous, especially with all the huge fire torches and fairy lights draped over the patios. I'm going to sleep, i've been working since 4:30am. All for a tiny $80.