so, i think of little things to do during my lunch hour. this is kind of what i was expecting when i went up to whistler a couple weeks ago with my sister. valentine’s day used to mean leaving candies on someone’s desk with a nice scribbled note as a sign of affection. we need to be able to hold onto them for as long as they are not, yet, ready to enter their world as separate beings. i cant sleep and its 2:00am? 