I am pushing myself today. I got everything done at work that needed to get done. I got out of the house on time and caught the early train. I got in to work early enough to get payroll done on time. I will get anything on the list of stuff to do for the house done tonight. I will get the feedback on a friend's band to him as promised.

Work went by fast, but was frustrating. Ricardo was on some sort of bad mood/panic mode the entire time I was there, and I wish I knew why. It kind of puts a damper on things.

Lowell treated me to breakfast in bed (including cereal and sour patch kids!) and flowers on Valentine's Day. I am quite lucky. :)

I am in an Auron-tastic mood, so methinks something FFXish will have to be done tonight in place of the (now) standard World of Warcraft.

Driven though I am, my brain is kind of broken. So off with me.

I just wrote an entire paragraph about how I want to have an Auron-filled day. There is something wrong with me.

Today is a day where I don't want to be fake. I'm not mad or sad or anything, but I'm not exactly happy, either. I would just rather show whatever face I'm feeling at whatever time, rather than have to be professional or whatever. I suppose that's normal. Today the feeling is intensified, is all.

Work was slow enough last night that I had time to tear everything out of the Chicago wedding magazines I had and put them in my binder. I have to get my dress picture printed out in colour, and I have to get a few more bridesmaid dress options printed as well. Those should probably wait until August or September, when there might be more fall-like dresses available, but hey, no time like the present. I also got the invitations catalogue in the mail yesterday, so I need to do the math on those.

Must be more productive than yesterday.

Thank you, Lowell.