During our company lunch/meeting today a co-worker and I were talking about how fucking tired we were. Well I didn't say fucking but I did think it -- loudly. He said that he's going home early tomorrow night and asked if I was too. When I stared at him blankly he said it's Valentine's Day.

I guess I don't really get into holidays. I'm not sure where this lack of enthusiasm comes from, it could be because I don't like someone (Hallmark) telling me when to get all excited over something. The days I remember most are not holidays, they're ordinary days where something magical happens -- when I saw the Olympic torch train, when I played at the San Jose Arena, the day I had the hat trick, the day I first met Alice. Those are holidays, not some day that somone arbitrarily chose to emphasize.

This choice also eliminates the disappointment that can come when you're all geared up for a big day and it doesn't meet your expectations.

That said, I hope it explains why I rarely acknowledge birthdays, anniversaries, days of rememberance and other important days. Well, I guess it doesn't. But I do forget about days that mean things to other people and I apologize to those who expect me to remember. Just ask Dan, who every year hears me ask "shit, wasn't it your birthday just now?" Though I know now it's Nov. 30, which is a day after the day Alice died so I probably won't forget anymore.