evan says: (2:45:57 PM ( Read more... )

I'd really like to eat something.  Two more hours.  I woke up in the night and forget that I had to fast for eight hours.  The cramps were bad, so I took ibuprofen, which I never take on an empty stomach.  Once I remembered, I decided that I may as well actually have more of a meal, so I made some toast ( Read more... )

Dinnertime and bedtime shouldn't be the same time, but tonight they are very close ( Read more... )

tired.  so tired.  i've been sleeping too much since my shot.  nine hours, eleven hours, nine and a half plus a two-hour nap...  i just want to go to bed ( Read more... )

Today marks six weeks.  I'm about to head downtown for my third shot.  So far, nothing of note has happened, besides the rash, which is now gone.  I suppose I could take 200 mg/2 weeks as standard and say that this is really more like a week and a half than six weeks.  Well, perhaps ( Read more... )

I was sitting on the couch downstairs earlier, reading news articles on my laptop.  A friend of Gord's was talking about someone she works with who's trans.  Of course it was someone I knew, as this city is tiny and everyone knows everyone, especially if you're both trans.  It was a pronoun and name trainwreck and she talked mostly about his boobs ( Read more... )

I feel like gendertrash ( Read more... )

There are too many things to be sad about.

Watching so many people prepare to go back to school leaves me with an odd feeling. Maybe it started with the back-to-school shopping ads on TV, or how crowded the mall was when Dad and I went to return the cable box and modem. Maybe it was hearing so many of my coworkers talk about their schedules and what classes they'll be taking this year. ( Read more... )

When you're in pain, other people get sick of it. They leave, one by one. There's nothing you can do about it. And if they can't handle your pain, how can you?