(By Daisy Barringer) It's 11:15 a.m. as I write. I am hiding under my down comforter, wishing it were raining outside, unable to force myself out of bed, wondering why it all went wrong. My red cape with the 49ers logo sewn onto the back is curled up in a ball on the couch across from my bed. My binoculars, the ones that let me see the Kyle Williams fumble that lost us the game up close and personal, lie next to it. My red puffy rain jacket, the one I bought especially for the game because I couldn't bear the thought of not wearing team colors, hangs on the door where I left it to dry.
Daisy Does The Niners: Our Season Comes To A Heartbreaking End
Forlorn to Mend Broken Heart by Building Boat
Sob. Maybe it's the simple, lonely cartoon boat, but color us touched. See, this guy or gal needs your help -- specifically, he or she needs your garage to build a boat in an effort to fix a shattered heart (aw). Also, he or she wants you to come along for the nautical ride (hmm). We've contacted the sad maritime lad via the email address on this flier found in Hayes Valley, and we'll update with more as soon as we hear back. Until then... stay strong.
It Not Me, It's You: Post Your Breakup Stories
Before we post a few festive Valentine's Day events -- you know, fun ones with other lonely single folks; parties that will, hopefully, keep you from taking the final Nestea plunge over the Golden Gate Bridge -- let's commiserate on those who have broken our hearts. For Friday fun, share with us in the comments the most bizarre and/or depressing way in which somebody broke your heart. Or, if you must, how you viciously broke someone else's. And why. Did you do it via text? Did you fire her just so she would breakup with you? Did the crazy bitch slice open an artery in your bathroom? Did you lie and say you were gay?

