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Today's been difficult for stupid reasons.
1. I gave myself a mild hangover, which combined with the ongoing Not Quite A Cold Yet to make me feel like death all day.
1a. Solutions have included a) rice cooker-by-the-bed breakfast with additional honey, b) a pleasant walk, c) some time spent in a nice cafe.
1b. The one that worked was the one Jess didn't like, d), drinking more.
1c. At least eating NUCLEAR laksa the last couple of days has cleared my stupid sinuses.
2. My assbag nutjob mother finally got around to responding to that big Gender Thing post, by sending me a predictably batshit email full of predictable passive-aggression "thanking" me for my "lessons" for her and rife with NUMEROLOGY in which she ALSO GOT MY FUCKING AGE WRONG.
3. Misgendered in the garden centre. As noted to Jess, this happens marginally more often when I'm with her than when I'm alone, because people look at us and go "oh, okay, butch lesbian", and presumably also because if I'm alone I'm not talking.
4. Things that I need to do which I just don't feel I have the strength to do:
a) ebaying stuff [successfully listed Dr Martens Wellies, Corset coat, Tudor jacket], TICK
b) submitting manuscript to new agency [ugh, haven't even opened up the agency listing page to find a new agent, why is life so hard]
c) standard amount of weights, which has been increased to 50 reps in varying amounts of sets with 5kg per hand, bicep/tricep/delts. Successful, because I am teaching myself the habit, but somewhere between invigorating and excruciating by the end. I'd prefer heavier weights and fewer reps, but if wishes were horses, Sebastian, we'd have a cavalry charge.
d) replying to a bunch of emails/messages with some kind of intelligence.
5. The return of "Dreams so vivid and all-consuming that they eat up 50% of the day and also seem more real than anything that happens afterward".
1. I gave myself a mild hangover, which combined with the ongoing Not Quite A Cold Yet to make me feel like death all day.
1a. Solutions have included a) rice cooker-by-the-bed breakfast with additional honey, b) a pleasant walk, c) some time spent in a nice cafe.
1b. The one that worked was the one Jess didn't like, d), drinking more.
1c. At least eating NUCLEAR laksa the last couple of days has cleared my stupid sinuses.
2. My assbag nutjob mother finally got around to responding to that big Gender Thing post, by sending me a predictably batshit email full of predictable passive-aggression "thanking" me for my "lessons" for her and rife with NUMEROLOGY in which she ALSO GOT MY FUCKING AGE WRONG.
3. Misgendered in the garden centre. As noted to Jess, this happens marginally more often when I'm with her than when I'm alone, because people look at us and go "oh, okay, butch lesbian", and presumably also because if I'm alone I'm not talking.
4. Things that I need to do which I just don't feel I have the strength to do:
a) ebaying stuff [successfully listed Dr Martens Wellies, Corset coat, Tudor jacket], TICK
b) submitting manuscript to new agency [ugh, haven't even opened up the agency listing page to find a new agent, why is life so hard]
c) standard amount of weights, which has been increased to 50 reps in varying amounts of sets with 5kg per hand, bicep/tricep/delts. Successful, because I am teaching myself the habit, but somewhere between invigorating and excruciating by the end. I'd prefer heavier weights and fewer reps, but if wishes were horses, Sebastian, we'd have a cavalry charge.
d) replying to a bunch of emails/messages with some kind of intelligence.
5. The return of "Dreams so vivid and all-consuming that they eat up 50% of the day and also seem more real than anything that happens afterward".