Was there something tonight? A party? A collective suicide to avoid yet another Valentine’s Day? Nobody’s blogging, nobody’s commenting, it’s dead everywhere. What’s going on, and why haven’t I been notified? I hate it when people organize parties behind my back. Damn people. Should get rid of them. That’s planned. But I can’t tell you any more about it. You might try to escape. You won’t succeed anyway. The only thing you’re left to wonder is: When? How is not important, that’s my business. Trust me. It won’t be painful for all of you.