Couldn't sleep, right up until about 30 minutes before it was time to get up for my India-timezone grooming. At least the sun is coming up and it's beautiful and rosy.

February already. The year already running fast. Rabbit rabbit, or maybe tiger, tiger is better for the lunar new year and start of the year of the tiger. Born in 86, I'm a fire tiger sign myself - which lines up nicely with my astrological fire alignment and Sagittarian obsession with optimism, independence, and ...poor self control? Yeah, probably. I made Sichuan udon noodles with flank steak, dumplings, fish balls, bok choy, and mushrooms last night. Noodles for luck, right?

I dreamed that one of my crows had some kind of horrible wound. I dream about them a lot because I guess I'm insane - usually recurring, happy dreams though. A friend of mine in high school used to say that when we dream about another person, it means that person is dreaming about us too. Just in case they also had a nightmare about me, I gave them extra breakfast this morning. Being in the cold yard in my pjs, putting down their food with them on the ground pecking around me reminded me of when I had chickens in high school. Some nice, normal people have backyard chickens!

I have got to get a few stress items off my list; I'm sure that's part of why I've been having trouble sleeping this week. I'll feel better when this release is out the door too, of course. I think I want to kick my next tattoo session down the road a bit; I'm eager to add my snake because just the flowers and moth look a little... too... sweet? But I also haven't really had a chance to get used to it as it is, since I got it and then it was immediately too cold to ever really look at. I'm supposed to go back down in March... that's just seeming a little soon and a lot of doing. I wish my artist were closer and it didn't mean basically needing to at least stay overnight down there.

Vanaheim this weekend. Just the thing for a little bit of light insomnia.