Are you choking on a diet of force-fed Valentines Day sentimentality?

Are you drowning in a tsunami of witless schmaltz that crashes over you every February 14th?

Are your teeth hurting from saccharine commercial pitches that fail to tug your heart strings?

Are you having disturbingly vivid fantasies about bludgeoning Hallmark cupids?

Do you scan dictionaries searching for a Bah Humbug! equivalent word for this time of year?

Do you want to set fire to people who wish you “Happy Valentines Day.”

If you have one or more of these symptoms, then I’m afraid that you have VD.

It strikes down many good a person at this time of year. You can spot a sufferer by guilt-laden postures and eyes that are glazed over with sheer boredom. You may also see them running about buying things at the last minute for fear of what will happen if they don’t.

My heart goes out to fellow VD suffers. I don’t have the cure, but here is a temporary tonic to get you through the next few days.

Good luck and stay well. It’ll all be over on Friday.