I received a cute e-card from my parents today for Valentine's day, which was very nice, but it effectively destroyed all hopes I'd still entertained about possibly receiving a nice little Valentine's package, or even card, in the mail. But at least Dave shared his fruit snacks the other day from his. That counts, a little. Also, I can't complain since I still haven't sent anything for Christmas.
Matthieu is the hero of the day. He cleaned an incredibly nasty toilet (Andrew had spent an afternoon cleaning it already, and still it was completely disgusting, not to mention the reek it emitted.) and a bunch of drains. Also, he checked in a group of drunken Romanians (they weren't drunk yet, but they all smelled like alcohol) who proceeded to drink and smoke and do drugs in the dorm. I doubt they'll stay tonight, because they've received warnings and if even one of them messes up they're all out...but I suppose this isn't as bad as the guy at City yesterday who decked Jan. Crazy days, these.