Ahh, the middle of the week

With what joy I find myself in my cube. I'm mentally a bit slow today, so office life shouldn't be too torturous.

I celebrated the Chinese Rooster New Year last night by feasting. Yay feasting! I was told the year of the rooster is bad for love. We took a mini poll last night of everyone's animal year. Mine was by far the lamest. Most people at the table were born in the year of the dragon. How fucking cool is that? Others, in the year of the snake. Again, very cool. I, however, was born a rabbit. A timid creature at worst. A fornicator at best.