It's Coming.

That's right. The most terrible time of the year is coming quickly; the most dreaded day will be here soon.
Valentine's Day.
Oh yes. The day made just to torture me and other single females all over the world. Where the heck did this day come from anyway? Well, I've been doing some research, and to the best of my knowledge (and feel free to correct me on any of the following information), no one really evens knows who the original "St. Valentine" was...it seems there were a few Christian martyrs named Valentine, so Pope Gelasius I established St. Valentine's Day on February 14. Where did the torturous lovey-dovey, romantic part of it come from then? Well, it seems when my good friend Geoffrey Chaucer wrote Parlement of Foules he decided to throw in a little line about Valentine's Day being the day "when every bird cometh there to choose his mate," and thus came forth the idea that Valentine's Day was for lovers. Shakespeare grabbed the idea a few hundred years later and romanticized it, and then it just got commercialized and you have all these girls getting flowers and chocolates and cards...
Sigh.
If you want me during the next week, I'll be in my room with ice cream and a good romance novel. Or perhaps watching a chick flick. Or maybe burning my Chaucer bobblehead...