I think January should be a write-off. It sucked all sorts of balls. The husband had the stomach flu that’s been going around so much it made the news (not the norovirus, but the other one). I had a head cold that I’m still trying to shake the reminants of.

I’m not sure how February’s going to go. There were definitely some birthing pains right from the start. The 1st marked the official first day of officially being a part of the big tech company that ate the smaller tech company I worked for. I’m not really getting into the school thing, and my first assignment is due in a week, and there’s this whole thesis proposal thing I’m supposed to be working on. And we can’t forget the warning a girl I met at a party last month gave me… “oh, you’re a snake. This Chinese New Year’s is for the boar. This year’s going to be hard for you cause the snake and the boar are opposite signs.” Definitely doesn’t sound promising, does it?