I was at the store the other day (which was January 4th, let the record show), and they had Valentines Day stuff up. Valentines Day! That's a month and a half away! This country is freakishly obsessed with holidays, and my prime example of this is Holiday Man. Who is Holiday Man you may ask; well I'll tell you. Back when I lived in Wheaton there was this guy who lived a few blocks down from me and every month, for every corresponding holiday, he would decorate his roof, windows, and entire lawn with decorations for that holiday. Christmas was the worst. Though I do remember for one Easter not only did he go overboard like usual with the decorations, but on Easter day he stood at the end of his driveway in a giant pink bunny suit waving at people as they drove by. I SO need to move to France or something. Currently across the street from my apartment I have something that could be described as Holiday Man Lite (New Holiday Man - half the calories!). Still very disturbing. Personally I'm not one for putting up decorations, so maybe it's just me. I wasn't even someone who put up a flag after the whole Sep. 11 thing. My friend Allie even asked, "So, have you put up a flag or anything?" and I said, "The fact that you would even ask that shows how little you know me." Decorations: Bah! Later.