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Song of the Day? "Happy Valentine's Day" by Outkast, of course.

The day got off to a rough start for me:
Getting out of bed, I tripped over the six pound box of chocolate Alex (Turner) sent me. I don't know how on earth I'm going to eat six pounds of chocolate, plus two pounds (from Anthony Kiedis) of gummy bears and a lifesize chocolate Bowie (from David).

Bobby picked me up around 10 and took me for a riverside picnic in the country. He showered me with gifts, compliments and songs, some freshly written and others lazy rewrites of "Just Like a Woman". He made sure he'd brought my favorite cheese, we went for a walk, yadda yadda yadda, and he got me home in time to get to work.

However, just as I was about to leave for work, Mick shows up and I knew my supervisor would understand. I called her from the limo phone and she fired me. The day was already improving. Mick and I celebrated my newfound joblessness by going out for lunch at the Empress Hotel. He made sure the waiter brought my hot fudge sundae exactly how I like it, we got in the limo, yadda yadda yadda and he took me home.

Exhausted after spending lots of times, yadda yadda yadda with Bobby and Mick, I was ready to take a nice bath and go to bed. But when I arrieved home, Prince was sitting on my front steps, dressed in turquoise. I invited him in, took my bath, yadda yadda yadda and then he left to go catch a flight home.

Now I have barely enough energy left to type this. I must get to bed.

Hope you had an equally...invigorating Valentine's Day.