Happy belated Chinese New Year! It’s the year of the rat. According to the Chinese Culture Center of SF:
People born in the Year of the Rat are noted for their charm and attraction for the opposite sex. They work hard to achieve their goals, acquire possessions, and are likely to be perfectionists. They are basically thrifty with money. Rat people are easily angered and love to gossip. Their ambitions are big, and they are usually very successful. They are most compatible with people born in the years of the Dragon, Monkey, and Ox.
I don’t think I know any people who were born in the year of the rat.
Last week I steamed a small rainbow trout for New Year’s Eve (whole, of course) and made dumplings on New Year’s Day. This is more than I usually do, which is nothing. There’s something about living with people with a different heritage from you to make you appreciate your own even more. In other words, living with a bunch of Americans makes me hold on to my “Chinese-ness” even more. Whatever being Chinese is supposed to mean.
In other news, I’ve been on the Zoloft for a little over a week now, and I feel better already. One of my roommates commented that my moods seem more stable.