It’s like having your annual review. If you do it right, you’re ok, but you never get ahead and you never get anything positive out of it. But if you fuck it up, you’re in trouble forever. It’s a horrible day with all the pressure on the guy and none on the woman. I hate it with a passion. But at least all I have to do is spend money. Three boxes of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers, and I’m ok. Problem is, since it’s on Thursday this year, there is no way I can get what I need to get. Unfortunately, they don’t postpone it until the weekend. So I’m screwed this year. Totally fucked. And not the good kind of fucked, either.