Chinese New Year.

Well, you know what's been good about the Chinese New Year? It's been the dreams. For the last four nights I've had the luxury of sleeping in at whatever time I choose. This has resulted in me, dreaming. Resplendent dreams of a galactic odyssey and a murder mystery like the ones written by Agatha Christie.

Which is fantastic, because it's been such a long time since I have had the opportunity to be excited by any event. Just having something so delightfully weird, wonderful and beautiful at the same time exciting the senses and igniting feelings that have lain dormant is really welcome. Especially when I wake up everyday dreading what manner of idiocy my time will be spent on next.