rainbows.

Back to work tomorrow. i will sorely (no pun intended, as the 'sore' is still around, and not going anywhere soon) miss lying in bed and watching movies on Netflix.

(On The Edge: sweet, sad, Irish, suicide-rehab flick featuring Cillian Murphy, rowr. i cried. It Could Happen To You: perfect movie to watch when you're sitting around all ouchy and feeling sorry for yourself. Bridget Fonda and Nicolas Cage get all kismet-y while Rosie Perez screeches around the periphery. A fun, simple love story.)

But the roses are calling me. Thankfully i'm getting a ride to work, and i'll probably just stand around making dozen roses all day. (Guys, you ready to drop seventy bucks? Just a warning.) Apparently we've hired some cute Guy-On-A-Bike that my co-worker is smoldering for. . . should be interesting! i would kill for a little impromptu romance, especially this time of year, when everything 'love' is so pre-packaged and overpriced i could gag.

Also, i've got Nat doing dishes and laundry tonight, which, i've gotta say, feels downright luxurious. As much as i loathe validating things like 'gender roles', i am usually the one who ends up doing the domestic stuff around here: cooking, cleaning, and so on. It's because i'm only working part time, and as well know grad students are never not working (well, except when they're totally fucking off and playing computer games). So it's nice to have a small reprieve. As far as i'm concerned, this is my Valentine's Day.

Now, off to reheat some of the tamales i bought the other day, which are delicious, by the way. Hope y'all are paragons of health. And in case i don't emerge from the depths of the V-Day kerfuffle that is the flower shop at present, have a happy heart day. You are loved.

p.s.) here's something pretty. i love his rainbowy tones, and that subject matter: toys, condiments, firecrackers– i'm in love! And a kid again. Not that i ever wasn't one. . .

p.p.s.) Nat has informed me that i must also share Robot Unicorn Attack. Hope you like Erasure.