Faith.
A very bad thing. I must wash my mind of these thoughts and go back to thinking like an overeducated, underpaid philosophy student.
I think being anywhere on Valentines Day with a bunch of depressed women types would be frightening. The bars probably only made it more so.
What do you say we spend tomorrow in? There's plenty of us here who'd probably enjoy it. We could drag a TV into the lobby and have a movie afternoon or something.