Where does the time go?

I spent Valentine's Day at work. The Overtime Fairy is a bit of a misnomer, but I miss using that icon. I got my shifts messed with considerably because of the Olympics, so my weekends are basically toast until April, which makes me very, very sad. I have exactly two weekends off until then. Woe!

Ironically, I haven't been watching the Olympics. I think I might still be a bit bitter that they took away my post in Vancouver for the event.

Otherwise, though, life proceeds apace. I'm still puttering along, doing my thing, cuddling the cats, going to work and back, still chronically single, nothing to report, really.

The past couple of new episodes of Supernatural broke me. In a happy squeeing fangirl kind of way. SO freaking painful, but just gorgeous anyway. As a result, I have been humming "Hey Jude" for the past ten days.

I've managed to get some knitting done recently, too. I'm behind on all my baby stuff, but whatever. I figure if I'm at a stage when just the thought of picking up knitting needles fills me with loathing, then I'm doing it for all the wrong reasons. I think that after the next (and last!) baby blanket, I will turn to the knitting of socks, and see if I can get excited about that.

I've been listening to The Doors when I bother to have music on at all. It's been that sort of month.