It’s 7:30ish pm my time, and considering the fact that I’m on the West Coast of the US, it’s probably later for you.
What does this mean? You’ve either successfully navigated Single’s Awareness Day unscathed, or you’ve celebrated Valentine’s Day by spending seventy dollars worth of chocolate, flowers, and balloons on the person you love (your boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other, your mama or daddy, or yourself) (I bought myself flowers. I love myself).
If either of these are the case, CONGRATULATIONS. You’ve made it through the day. All of the whiny “I Don’t Have A Valentine #ForeverAlone #Loser” tweets and pictures on Instagram of couples so in love that it’s obnoxious is over. YOU’RE ALIVE. YOU’VE SURVIVED. GOOD JOB.
Either that, or you’re lying dead in a ditch somewhere.
Either way, I love you.