I was just checking on another blog and groaning because they hadn't updated since Feb. 4th ... well, y'all got eyes. (Sorry, again, I'm just feeling a little Southern today.)

Today sucked. Not for any particular reason, and not really bad, but just ... blah. On the plus side new friend Yan and I have tickets to the ballet on Saturday. And I took all the initiative on this so, go me. I do tend to just wait around for other people to invite me to things. Although, since this week's offering was some beer festival in Brooklyn Heights, I think I'll make my own fun. (I have nothing against beer, but going some place just to drink a bunch of different kinds? Yeah, that sounds like LOADS of fun. Seriously, if someone can explain the attraction to me, I'd appreciate it.)

I hate February. I just do. The weather always seems dreary, even though I didn't even wear my heavy coat two days this week. I don't THINK it has anything to do with Valentine's Day, though maybe it does. Probably more to do with middle of winter, post Christmas, little sunshine blues.

I think I inadvertently freaked my mom out this week. We were talking and I just sort of started rambling about how my current job and apartment weren't where I wanted to be in five years, and how it's unfortunate that I'm working at practically the only college in the city that doesn't offer a Master in Library Science, which I would pursue if they did, because I could get it for free and it would definitely expand my job options (which then circled back around to where I wanted to be in five years, etc., etc.). Anyway, I think she now thinks I hate my life or something. Which despite my current inexplicable case of the blahs, is not the case. I simply have realized that, where I once thought I'd be all set once I got a job and a place to live, I now realize I'm still in a transistioning stage, just a more stable (and somewhat better paid) one.

Whatever. Oh, reminder to my Buffy-phile friends, Alyson Hannigan is guest starring on Veronica Mars next week. PLEASE WATCH. (I'm really terrified this show is going to wind up cancelled before its time, like Sports Night.)

OK, must go take my shower before Tori Amos comes on Letterman. (And it's tough to pry myself away because he's dropping stuff off the building again. I don't know why I find that funny, but I do.)