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Valentine's Day is almost here. Every store is like a huge PSA. We do get it. I don't need pink thrust in my face every step of the way. The only problem is that I still can't decide on a gift.

I'm also dreaming. Now I've kind of had some to tie the rest together. I know Clary's mother got kidnapped, and it was all over this Mortal Cup. We are trying to find the cup, and Clary's mind is locked. I had to take her to the Silent Brothers, who are freaks, to find out what was going on, and guess who else I found in the middle - Magnus, this is where you come in.

I think I get the stele now. I'm practicing runes, at least on paper. I might try putting one on.

My students are all excited for Friday, because we're having a little Valentine's Day party at the end of the day. I like to set aside the last half hour to have little parties and the kids are looking forward to passing out valentines and candy. I know a lot of schools and classrooms don't do things like this anymore and that's a little sad. I say, let the kids have a little fun. They also get an early dismissal on Friday and no school on Monday. I say they have it pretty good.

Ugh, I've eaten more over the last four days than I've eaten in the past month. I think if I tried to run right now, I'd sweat ngoh hiang. I love when my parents come to visit and all, but my mother insists on feeding me for every day she hasn't seen me, I swear.

TL;DR: CNY is going to make me gain eighty pounds and then none of my suits will fit and I'll have to file papers in sweatpants.

How is it February already managed to become tiresome? It's meant to be a short month.

This last dream was like a nightmare. I was running, running away from the scariest thing you can imagine. Those dreams when you can feel that bad thing right on your heels and all you can do is run. Run and hope it doesn't get you.

And then you fall behind and you're sure you're gonna die.

But I didn't. I was lucky. And in the end, I just felt sad. I saw a side of the Doctor I didn't know about, one that was filled with rage and hate. Where did it come from? And will he ever be free of it? It hurt me hearing him talk of his race, all dead. It's not possible, is it? For a whole race to be wiped out?

And for the record, I don't just fall for pretty boys.

In light of everything my dream self has done that the Council knows about I can't help but think they're being incredibly stupid by giving me a padawan, no matter what Obi-wan says. They think this is the way to teach me responsibility, which is frankly ridiculous as since I became a Jedi I have felt the weight of the whole damn galaxy on my shoulders thanks to that stupid prophecy. And then they worry about my 'problematic sense of attachment' but then they assign me a little girl to watch over and train in the middle of a war.

If I somehow manage to keep this kid alive, which I'm not exactly confident I'll be able to do, what sort of Jedi will she turn out to be? But then I guess, if everything that Obi-wan said will happen happens then I won't have to worry over it for long.

I need a private investigator. Are there any on this network?

These last couple weeks here at work have been surprisingly busy. The big guys upstairs randomly decided on beefing up security so I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to implement new policies and seeing everything is installed correctly. It hasn't gone unnoticed though, which is nice.

I'm told I'll be getting a little bonus this month. I've been thinking of a vacation. My dream self was recently on a mission in Bogota with the world's most beautiful CIA agent. As nice as that was I don't think Colombia is the best place for me. Anyone have any suggestions?

A slightly NSFW list for Valentine's Day. I think it was #12 that set me laughing out loud at my desk.

Dear you know who you are: none of these are coming to you, even as a gag gift. Rest easy.