It’s a toss up.

I am in limbo. Between jobs. Between hot and luke warm feelings. This already sounds like a corny song. Bravo for me. Didn’t even take me three semi-sappy lines to get their either.

Yesterday was ok. Until someone told me it was Valentines Day. Then that gloomy cloud came back around. It reminds me now that I think of it. Of an experiment. Scientists(or maybe interns at a University) put a person in a room with no clocks or windows. Just a bed I imagine,a  book or two. The person would loose his/her sense of time. Eight hours would go by and the person wouldn’t know it. Wouldn’t feel it what so ever. I wonder if you interrupted the experiment to tell them 8 hours had passed if they would feel tired? If it would phase them?

Or telling someone it’s Tuesday when they swear it’s Monday. What if it really was Tuesday. Dumb hoax to pull. And now I am straying. Again.

But I did feel sad. That I had no one. Not that you can own a person. Then I went online to talk to Ben. And I half asked him if he would be my Valentine. He aol chuckled and said sure, or something of the likes.

I thought about his aol chuckle on the drive home, and how he’d probably forgotten about me already.

Maybe I’m ugly. Or just not American Eagle pretty. Not even Hot Topic pretty. I don’t want to dress for the mall though. I don’t want to be plastic, or spend my plastic there. That’s what males like out here. Plastic.

On an up beat. I’m not sick anymore.