This Valentine's day sparked a bit of an existential crisis for me in a super-weird way. Generally, I'm a fan of Love Day. I love celebrating little holidays like that by doing something special. Going for supper, getting a present or flowers, I love that stuff. I go, I eat, I have a nice time. This year, like basically every year, Zach and I decided to go out for supper (we love doing that) to a restaurant we've been to before and really enjoy. It's not a fancy restaurant, b


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