Jealous? Moi?

Bah. This place disgusts me. Naturally, I am stuck working tonight, Valentine's night. No-one even asked if I wanted to work. Maybe I had better plans, something to go to, hoards of eager suitors with romantic and/or debauched notions lining up outside my door. I didn't, as it happened, but would it have killed anyone to check? Instead I'm stuck here, checking out books to all the other losers who have nothing better to do tonight but come to the library. It's not all bad though. When it gets a bit too much, you can just remind yourself that everyone you will speak to over the next hour will, like you, not be having sex tonight. And that placates my huffy indignance just fine.