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I spend my Friday nights at Random Hall, MIT, most often. I game on Fridays, there, and tend to stay later than the T runs. This year, Valentines' Day fell on a Saturday.

Granted that several of the people there are very dear to me - and that none of my other true friends were nearby - this might have been depressing. But as it was, I walked to Kendall singing to myself, and wrote this on the T.

I mailed it to a variety of people, when I got home.