Like taking a bullet

I am working on a revision for a paper on a book I haven't opened since early last semester (early Octoberish). Little did I know that a certain someone had slipped a note into said book for me to find later that day.
Unfortunately, I never found it... until today. I opened the book, and there it was.

I really was like taking a bullet in the stomach. I legitimately sat down onto the ground and just stared at it. It's amazing how such a cute and loving gesture can, only a few months later, cause such pain.

Fuck.

P.s. Valentine's Day was really good - Wren enjoyed the movie+dinner, and it was very cute. I kind of wish I hadn't overshadowed yesterday with today, though.

1776 ways... not to spend your evening

NO! -- At one point in your life, you will have the opportunity to see the film, 1776, a movie musical about the writing of the Declaration of Independence. Pass it by.

It's Schoolhouse Rock's version... without the cartoons, fun, or information. The film/musical is actually quite enjoyable, but it is simply too long and too distracted.

My suggestion... try 1776, the BOOK, which is much better. In fact, it's awesome. Avoid the film like the plague.