Got up, made a billion cookies, changed my outgoing message, wrote personal messages on a billion valentines, went to Borders, distributed the valentines among mailboxes, left the cookies on the breakroom table with a sign that said to enjoy them but don't be a pig about it, used up the rest of my house account book credit money on sock monkey kits and dinosaur stickers, came home and lit up a big fat joint at the same time I ordinarily would have been just getting in to work.