Slate met someone. He's spent HOURS the last few nights on the phone with him. But they won't be able to meet, not for a while at any rate. So it looks like we'll be each others Valentine after all. Which is kind of lame on my part, but he'll probably go out to the bar and pick up a guy that night, even though he says he won't. Maybe he'll take me out and we can get a babysitter for Amethyst, but that's wishful thinking. S'all good as long as I get a kiss at the end of the evening. Ah, we'll see.
Laters