Today is a holiday. No, really, it is, and nothing Hallmark says will change the fact that they had nothing to do with it. Happy Chinese New Year, peoples. Yep, that's the entire extent of this day.
It is now the year of the Metal Tiger who I am unfortunately not well acquainted with; see, I was born in the year of the Dragon Flying to Heaven, which sounds a hell of a lot cooler than a Metal Tiger until you imagine a no-holds-barred throwdown between them. Metal Tiger would probably have some seriously sharp claws, you know? And the Dragon, well... Dragons are inherently bad-ass, it's genetic. What if they were in mid-air-mid-slice-and-dice and all of a sudden, a tea party burst out of nowhere! Who would triumph over the sugarcubes?!
I need more sleep. Yes, yes, I know I do. Spent the past 2.5 hours crying off and on due to the fibro pain, or the patellofemoral pain, or the arthritis pain, or the MS pain, or whatever the fuck all this pain is from. I'd rather cry about my pain, however, than confuse today for anything other than Chinese New Year.
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