It's been weird, ever since about last Thursday I've been having Tranny related dreams every night. I only remember parts of them, but last Thursday I was at my 10 year school reunion as a female, then Friday I dreamt I changed my name. Last night I dreamt I was jogging and talking about the issues of transsexual exclusion and other things. I'm not really sure what to make of it, but it certainly makes for interesting sleep.. ;)
Today I fortunately was able to get to sleep after a 6:30 am wake up and slept through till ~9:15 am. I got up and gathered my stuff and headed into Uni. I went into Civic and dropped off my film first and then came back. I noticed that when talking to strangers I often end to adopt a softer more (hopefully) feminine voice. I noticed I slipped unconsciously into it whilst dropping off my film.
I made a Doctor's appointment to get my eye seen to and fiddled about till 10:50 am when the appointment was. The doctor was chatty and I mentioned my skin was dry (he asked) because of my course of Roaccutane and Androcur. He asked about the Androcur and I said it was part of my HRT (hormone replacement therapy) and he asked why, and so I explained I was transsexual and he seemed quite interested in that. I wasn't sure what his interest was, but I'm presuming I must be a bit of a medical curiosity for the average practitioner…
So he gave me a script for some eye-drops for possible conjunctivitis and I took that to the pharmacy and got it filled. The drops tend to flow down through whatever tubes there are into my throat and taste awful, but hey I want this damn thing cured.
So after that I went back to the lab and ran an NMR and tried to think about where I wanted to drive my research next. I was at quite a loose end and didn't know quite what to do. I put one rather simple reaction on and let it go, and another more speculative one also. I am hoping on the more speculative one…
I picked up my film at 12:30 pm, many of the photos hadn't come out because of the dodgy flash, but there were some which were OK.
I really can't remember what I did for the rest of the time, I scanned a few of the photos, and that's about all. I came home about 5:30 pm and had some cereal. I think my stomach has shrunken, 'cause my stomach was really sore after that. Then I had some pasta and Mum rang not long after. I had written her a quick letter saying hello and sending one of the new photos of me on the back step with it. We talked about nothing in particular and then I talked to Dad and after that said goodbye. I had been having a good chat with Red which was good, and not long after that I started on the monster diary entry which hopefully covered the last 5 days or so.
All day long since I woke up I've had a really sore bottom. I know it's from the new bike, but it makes me look like both my legs are broken when I walk. ;)

11:15 pm - I'm chatting to Michelle on ICQ. I think I'll skip the shower tonight and go straight to bed. I'd be all hot and sticky anyway…

12:00 am - Just got off ICQ with Michelle, about to go and crash… zzzzzz…