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I think this is my day to be bitter, and I'm more than qualified for that. I've been good at bitter ever since three of my best friends told me that I was going to Hell and it was their job to prevent it. But, even though I'm single and spending today alone in my house playing computer games and reading, I don't feel like being bitter. The icon is just for fun.

I don't particularly feel like being grateful, either. I have friends, and I love them dearly, but I don't love them any more today than I did yesterday. Unlike significant others, who it appears must be celebrated quickly before they flee, friends stick around. They deserve something more than a single transient day of appreciation.

Instead, I will enjoy having a day to myself. I will ruthlessly appreciate the lilac-and-pinkish LJ color scheme. I will fold origami and look up a Supreme Court case and find momentum vectors and wear my great-grandmother's pendant, the heart-shaped one with the lovebirds and tiny ruby. I'll look up stuff in Chicago and try to get tickets to that concert in March, or maybe the other one in May. In short, I will get on with life as usual.