]Happy Chinese New Year! It’s the year of the Monkey. My friend Alison and I were joking that we were going to date all of our paperwork today 1.22.Monkey. I have on a couple things that weren’t important, but when I got to writing checks for my bills, I reverted back to 2004. I like writing Monkey, though. According to the horoscopes, if you are born under the Monkey sign, you are charming, energetic, and the original party animal! Wow. That’s a good sign. My sign is the Goat, which makes me creative, esoteric, and a lavish gift-giver. Um, okay. Well, I would say that’s mostly true…not esoteric, but the other things. I love giving gifts. And, my most compatible signs are the Pig and the Rabbit. Guess who’s a rabbit? The Boyfriend! Damn psychic Chinese peeps. Where are my red envelopes? I want to go to China Town this weekend for the parade, hopefully I can find someone to go with me. In honor of the Year of the Monkey, I am posting another picture of my sock monkey, the Dread Pirate Mills. Isn’t he tough?
Today I have been nursing an upper back/shoulder/neck ache that has been threatening to turn into a full-fledged headache. Last night I had one of those experiences where it doesn’t matter how you lay in bed, you just can’t get comfortable. I’m sure that has everything to do with my achy-ness today, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. Plus, being stressed about stuff doesn’t really help. I’ve been stressing about money more than usual lately, probably because I finally sat down the other day and made a budget. It’s a little scary when you look at your money like that. I’ve started looking at Craig’s list for random jobs, but since so many people apply for those, I’m not holding my breath. Damn moving expenses and moving to a new city and not getting paid a million dollars like I should be. I’m going to have to think of something, though.
Yesterday I managed to wake up on time, so I was able to take my time getting ready. I actually pulled out the curling iron and put a little bounce in my hair. It wasn’t anything special, but based on the reaction I got from people at work, you would think that my hair normally looks like crap! I seriously had ten different people comment on or ask me about my hair. Jeez, people! What’s wrong with wearing it straight? Just wait until the summer when I can come in with wet hair. The days I dry it everyone will probably fall all over themselves. Weirdos.