i love my bed.... Last night i think i had the best night's rest in a long time. it felt as if the min i sank into bed and wrapped the covers around me someone hit the 'peaceful' switch. it was such a treasure esp when i fight to get comfortable and then spend such a long time shutting my mind up so that it's quiet enuff to sleep.

for one night i had no worries about financial problems, fish dying, gerbils dying, mom or dad or whatever. [oh by the way, if you remember i had to take care of my dad's fish and my bro's hamsters while they were all gone to genting... well, my dad's fish died, got battered by the other fish in the tank who had jumped OVER the divider into the other side where the now-deceased fish was. yup. and tho i hate fish, i did feel kinda sad that e fish died, it had been with my dad fer quite long. oh and i had to tell him that his fish died the min he stepped into the home. talk about welcome. i'm such a fantastic daughter. i didn't even clear away the dead fish man. gross.]

anyway, i found out the true meaning of valentines' day being a whole load of crap and just a money making scheme. DID YOU KNOW that every restaurant takes away their usual menu and puts up only like 2 choices as a vday special [my ass] that cost waaaaaaaay too much. and whats worse, when Len and i decided to share a meal, i was told to my face by the waitress that "there will be no sharing, so only one of you will be eating" and promptly removed my utensils. ugh. how sexist as well, why couldn't it be that I was the one who was eating their over-priced meal, why is it only the guys who are allowed to eat? man i dun care if i look unglam or anything, i live on food man. *bitch*

well, hallmark and all restaurants can kiss my a$$ cuz i'm cooking next valentines.