Oh, JoCo, You Know the Score

Turns out it's true: the wine lasts longer when you don't gotta share it with someone.

I know this because I spent my Valentine's Day evening doing exactly what I wanted: drinking until I couldn't feel feelings anymore. Sure, I was throwing up all night and, let's face it, really dehydrated the following morning. It's OK, because I'm pretty sure no one noticed that I was writing code patches extreme programming-style in order to fix design problems in production software whilst hung over like a son of a bitch this morning.