This Valentine's Day, aka, day of pink shit and fluff, finds me relaxing at home with two very large bottles of Quebecois stouts, a ruler and some pencils. This day has been long, beginning early in a heavy downpour of cold rain, ending tired and exhausted after drawing diagrams and mock-ups for the proof of concept phase of one of my term projects. The next two days will be a serious cram session – staying indoors to complete all my drawings, writing a paper, writing a proposal for another paper, and uh, lots more. I'm desperately going to try and not daydream about how one week from this very moment I will be staggering around the tiny streets of Amsterdam, drunk off my bum, possibly singing typographic rock operas underneath a red light, or how my little basket attached to my lovely little bicycle will be filled with flowers and coffeehouse treats, as I ride around, possibly singing typographic rock operas.