Man, the Mission is totally dead tonight. I guess my hood isn't considered romantic enough for Valentine's Day. Speaking of this day, the receptionist at work totally juked me. I went to go pick something up from reception and when I announced who I was and what I came down for, she turned to the entire section full of floral bouqets as if to hand me one before realizing that what was delivered to me was printer proofs and not flowers.

Tanks for nothing, Danny Noonan.