The weekend was quiet nice. I spent Friday night at the lab working on the introduction to Chapter 5. I had a very laid-back Saturday which involved some shopping and lots of lazing about doing nothing. I didn't go anywhere that night though I knew Emma was going out to Jackson's again.
Sunday morning I spent at the lab doing a little work and checking email. Our archery field has been canned because after 12 years without incident, Occupational Health and Safety decide they don't like it. (I hold a certain special dislike for OH&S people, particularly at big institutions. I'm a research chemist, I know my work is potential dangerous, but I'm not juggling explosives, putting a bigger label on the solvent cabinet isn't going to suddenly re-remind me that diethyl ether is flammable). Anyway, so no archery, and then I went down to DX to mostly hang out, but most people didn't really arrive until about 3 pm. There were some funny photos from the school-girls night, I didn't look to bad, but I'm not sure about pig-tails as a regular fashion statement.
I was chatting to Illara yesterday morning on ICQ and she asked if she could have a copy of my diary archives. We're good friends, so I said yes but asked why. She said she wanted to put together an archive for posterity about the lives of TS people in the current time, that maybe one day in the future when it wasn't a thing of shame, people could look back and not forget. This contrasted with something I heard on Sunday night on JJJ which was an interview with the author of "The Danish Girl"; a novel about the first person to have SRS. I haven't read the book, and I don't know how close to reality it is, but this was back in the 1930's and I admit despite my extensive knowledge to knowing almost nothing about it. I told her I'd never thought about my diary as a "historical document". I guess it is, but it's hard to see one's self as "living in history".
I talked to Ally later on, and she's still quite sick from the flu she caught while here. She's frustrated with her inability to get well, and I'm frustrated by the fact that I can't take care of her. *sigh* Oh well, all things in their time.