I've always really really loved valentines day. When I was little I would struggle to fall asleep the night before because I'd be thinking about the carefully labeled candies that I'd get to pass out in class the next day and become overwhelmed by the amount of premature enthusiasm that I'd feel. As time has gone by that enthusiasm hasn't waned. Many of my cherished memories have happened on this day: a meticulously planned middle school class party, a cafeteria fight my freshman year, the discovery of one of my favorite role models...The list goes on and on---it actually doesn't, I couldn't think of anymore great valentine's day based memories but I simply do not have the energy nor the interest to rewrite that section. This year is different, that sort of goes without saying at this point. We're in a pandemic, the sky is green, badabada bing. In my 16 year history of valentines day I've never felt bad about not actually having a valentine. My ...