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Good things today:
1. I do not have to go to work
2. my wetsuit boots came*
3. The health centre apparently do blood tests every weekday so I can fling myself at them first thing on Monday morning and hopefully be done before I need to get down to therapy.
4. I kept pace with a guy about eight inches taller than me while we both ran flat out for a bus.
5. Saw Holly, received sprout-wrapped parcels, had bubble tea and got a loyalty card for a Nice Tea House AND a small Christmas present from said tea house.
6. Also saw a mummified crocodile and got Phil a viking horn for Christmas and was caught up on the latest GRAVE ROBBING DRAMA THERE IS ACTUAL GRAVE ROBBING DRAMA
7. SPQR continues to be a great ebook
8. My hair is now again bright white
9. Dinner was very nice
10. The old Japanese deli which is about a mile away and got closed down has been replaced by a new one which also serves made-on-premises sushi and suchlike. I celebrated by buying yuzu mochi.
11. Seoul Mate continue to sell me tiny single-serving wrapped items of pleasant snackery for <£1 and to be wildly friendly BUT ALSO NON-INVASIVE while doing it.
12. I relish going into the BM because of how angry it makes Tumblr
13. I had champagne (I bought it for myself last night; got ID'd, but correctly gendered. "How old are you, Sir?"; THIRTY THREE. THIRTY FUCKING THREE.); then I put gold lustre dust in it so now I have FUCKING GLITTERY champagne.
Bad things today:
1. I feel like I'm at work anyway. I have the same "I want to go home now" and total lack of relaxation.
2. Someone is trying to rip out my uterus with a set of wolverine claws. Until this go round I hadn't had menstrual pain since May and I don't fucking approve.
3. Due to aforementioned womb hate I had to use the ladies' in the BM instead of the Gents despite "where are the cubicles"-fear not being relevant at this location because I've been in there before. Subheading: I am nearly as anxious going into the ladies because I know I don't belong in there. Colostomy Bag For The Trans. Or fucking unisex toilets.
4. Couldn't stay out in town very long because of need to get things done in a certain time frame and now feel trapped in my flat again.
5. Woken up by delivery of wetsuit boots* and have been up ever since and feel rabid from sleep dep.
6. Orders from East Asia including Susanne's present still not fucking here.
7. Don't have the energy or brain power to do anything from my to-do list.
8. Don't have the motor skills to do a sewing thing that needs doing, because my hand is still broken because broken bones don't set immediately. Still hurts to touch too much. I am vaguely angry that the broken bone is not an exaggeration, although I'm maintaining my average when it comes to fractures: how many are caused by accidents (literally none: every crack in my bones has been either self-inflicted or inflicted by someone else).
9. Feel flabby and unattractive. Various gaymans in the city disagree with the latter analysis but it just feels precarious and uncomfortable. Couldn't lift weights today due to schedule and bad hand, now feel lazy and unfit.
10. Already uncomfortable and panicked about things I have not done and things I cannot do. Annoyed that I can't make things have happened by just thinking about them a lot and am too tired/shackled by the passage of time to do anything else but obsess.
11. Set the fire alarm off.
????
1. More apartment design for crabby assholes who want to live alone.
2. Going to Brighton tomorrow night so I can forget everything temporarily.
3. Nothing fucking helps.
* Wetsuit boots: because they're the lightest weight footwear which is still waterproof and comfortable to walk in.
1. I do not have to go to work
2. my wetsuit boots came*
3. The health centre apparently do blood tests every weekday so I can fling myself at them first thing on Monday morning and hopefully be done before I need to get down to therapy.
4. I kept pace with a guy about eight inches taller than me while we both ran flat out for a bus.
5. Saw Holly, received sprout-wrapped parcels, had bubble tea and got a loyalty card for a Nice Tea House AND a small Christmas present from said tea house.
6. Also saw a mummified crocodile and got Phil a viking horn for Christmas and was caught up on the latest GRAVE ROBBING DRAMA THERE IS ACTUAL GRAVE ROBBING DRAMA
7. SPQR continues to be a great ebook
8. My hair is now again bright white
9. Dinner was very nice
10. The old Japanese deli which is about a mile away and got closed down has been replaced by a new one which also serves made-on-premises sushi and suchlike. I celebrated by buying yuzu mochi.
11. Seoul Mate continue to sell me tiny single-serving wrapped items of pleasant snackery for <£1 and to be wildly friendly BUT ALSO NON-INVASIVE while doing it.
12. I relish going into the BM because of how angry it makes Tumblr
13. I had champagne (I bought it for myself last night; got ID'd, but correctly gendered. "How old are you, Sir?"; THIRTY THREE. THIRTY FUCKING THREE.); then I put gold lustre dust in it so now I have FUCKING GLITTERY champagne.
Bad things today:
1. I feel like I'm at work anyway. I have the same "I want to go home now" and total lack of relaxation.
2. Someone is trying to rip out my uterus with a set of wolverine claws. Until this go round I hadn't had menstrual pain since May and I don't fucking approve.
3. Due to aforementioned womb hate I had to use the ladies' in the BM instead of the Gents despite "where are the cubicles"-fear not being relevant at this location because I've been in there before. Subheading: I am nearly as anxious going into the ladies because I know I don't belong in there. Colostomy Bag For The Trans. Or fucking unisex toilets.
4. Couldn't stay out in town very long because of need to get things done in a certain time frame and now feel trapped in my flat again.
5. Woken up by delivery of wetsuit boots* and have been up ever since and feel rabid from sleep dep.
6. Orders from East Asia including Susanne's present still not fucking here.
7. Don't have the energy or brain power to do anything from my to-do list.
8. Don't have the motor skills to do a sewing thing that needs doing, because my hand is still broken because broken bones don't set immediately. Still hurts to touch too much. I am vaguely angry that the broken bone is not an exaggeration, although I'm maintaining my average when it comes to fractures: how many are caused by accidents (literally none: every crack in my bones has been either self-inflicted or inflicted by someone else).
9. Feel flabby and unattractive. Various gaymans in the city disagree with the latter analysis but it just feels precarious and uncomfortable. Couldn't lift weights today due to schedule and bad hand, now feel lazy and unfit.
10. Already uncomfortable and panicked about things I have not done and things I cannot do. Annoyed that I can't make things have happened by just thinking about them a lot and am too tired/shackled by the passage of time to do anything else but obsess.
11. Set the fire alarm off.
????
1. More apartment design for crabby assholes who want to live alone.
2. Going to Brighton tomorrow night so I can forget everything temporarily.
3. Nothing fucking helps.
* Wetsuit boots: because they're the lightest weight footwear which is still waterproof and comfortable to walk in.