IV's Frozen Logic

I am hosting a party, on Valentine's Day. Except it's no longer Valentine's Day - it's Vaginal Disease Day.

Please feel free to stop by Proof of Existence any time after 7pm on the 14th - there will be alcohol, so 21+ only please. Bring friends, family, significant others... there will be music, dancing, food, drink, and humorously educational pamphlets about said vaginal diseases and other sexually transmitted diseases.

If you're not doing anything on that night - or even if you are - stop by. The party will pretty much go as long as there are people still standing.

I must say. I'm not a naturally depressed person; I don't have low self-esteem. If anything, I'm somewhat of an egotist, or so people have told me.

And yet, for the past week, I've been increasingly given to fits of melancholy, depression, and feelings of inferiority. It's boggled my mind.

Are these the 'memories' that Del talks about? Because I still don't remember anything and I feel like shit.

Let it be known that I despise Mondays, and would gladly wipe them off the calendar completely. I woke up an hour ago with my face plastered to my textbook, having fallen asleep there... which isn't terribly unusual, however, the reason i woke up was because my back itched - in the one spot I absolutely can not reach. It was an absolutely horrible way to begin a morning, and if I didn't have to teach in two hours, I would possibly consider going back to sleep. Instead, I shall have to imbibe large amounts of coffee, take a shower, and grade papers. Joy of all joys. Please feel free to shoot me.