<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Karin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/karin/</link><description>Recent content in Karin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/karin/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>February 14th</title><link>/stories/2013/02/23/february-14th/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/23/february-14th/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The alarm went off at 6:30am as it does every work day morning and as I do every time it goes off, I reached over and hit the snooze button. There is no way I can go to work today I thought as I lay there waiting for the annoying buzzer to announce the end of the snooze time. This was going to be the worst Valentine&amp;rsquo;s Day ever and to go to the office and see all the other girls getting flowers and discussing romantic plans for the evening would be too much. I&amp;rsquo;m just going to stay in bed all day and feel sorry for myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>