It's a Rainy Day
It's raining out. I can see a block of grey sky though the sliding door and the tree branches, and I hear the tires zipping through water on the road. Wednesday is my day to go down to the city, and I am so not into it. My umbrella is broken, trashed by a windy storm last month, and it's not even my umbrella, but borrowed from Angie Cruz, Kung fu Angie, from group. Sorry, Angie. I hate it when my backpack gets soaked and the things inside get wet, like my spiral notebook with the purple cover. I was a comics fan when I was a kid and I like everything to be in mint condition. Well, talk about attachment to the things of the world causing unhappiness.
I planned to write another post about sex, but there's too much I have to do right now. For example, shaving, which I hate. My feminized skin is so tender. When I'm in guy mode I just let the stubble grow, which is slowed down by the 'mones anyway. Or making lunch. That stands before me like Mount Everest. Typing the next sentence. Standing up when I finish this post. I can't imagine it, but I suppose it will happen. I will get into female mode and drive to the station. I will be with people and cheer up. I can't imagine that either, but I know from past experience that it will happen.