1) I woke up from a dream wherein aliens were trying to make Angel and Cordelia have sex. Willow kept showing up to remind them that they probably shouldn’t do what these rather sinister aliens wanted, and why were they suddenly in a Doctor Who story anyway? This is what happens when I watch a lot of Angel just before bed. (Note: about 40% of my dreams are Doctor Who stories. Not ones I’ve seen, entirely new ones, with varying Doctors. Last night it was the Eighth who was along for the adventure. I have had many thrilling experiences with the Eleventh Doctor, and that is why I am excited about the new series. True, if rather odd, facts.)
2) James and I got anonymous Valentine’s. And by anonymous, I mean the addresses were typed and the cards are completely blank. The post mark is Tyneside, so it must be someone local, and it’s definitely someone we know, since mine was addressed to Jay. I can’t lie, I’m creeped out.
 This just got creepier; James says his card has different-coloured hearts on it. Since mine has a purple heart on it, I assume whoever made the card (they are hand-made, and beautiful) knows my favourite colour is purple. I AM SO CREEPED OUT.