Ok, quick run-down of the day before I hit the hay… hmmm… do I detect rhyme?
My supervisor got back today. I certainly wasn't expecting him, but at 11:30 am I walked out of the lab and he was talking in his office with another lecturer. After the others headed off to the Chemistry Xmas party at 12:30 pm, I got a good chance to chat with him and show him some of the work which had been done over the past few months. He seemed not displeased at that and we thrashed out possible future work for next year. A friend of C**** was there waiting for him, but she headed off outside after a bit. I had to get to Weetangera at 3:00 pm, but had a terrible time getting a taxi and fortunately only got there 20 minutes late. I had a good chat to Rachel, Maxine and Gloria while I was there, and everything seemed good. My hair didn't come out as good as I would have liked, but I think that was because it had been washed just the night before, and my hair does weird things straight after washing. Still, it was nice to get it blow-waved again.
I caught a taxi back and walked into Civic where the Doctor was running fairly late. Still, I read some very funny cartoons whilst waiting. When I saw him, he checked my blood pressure (135/80), looked at my skin and my breast growth and said everything seemed fine. He upped my estrogen to 6 mg a day of Progynova and recommended against Progesterone, so that is fair enough.
I did a little bit of window shopping, but figured I shouldn't spend money as I'd just paid John's $400. I figure that if they have my money for January, it'll be easier for them to let me stay on rather than refund my money, the tight-wads misers. That time in January will hopefully be time spent house-hunting.
I walked back to John's and after yesterdays instant noodle stuff, crashed out till 9:15 pm when I woke up and chatted to Soba on ICQ before watching TV. Then came back, further chats to Soba and then a few emails.
One of the things I said to Soba on ICQ was

"Wahhh... I'm sorry my dear, I was a Tranny long before I met you though, and I became progressively more moody as I realized I couldn't live as a guy the rest of my life..."

Sigh… that's the way the cookie crumbles. I could be happy myself, but only by hurting someone else.
It's good, my supervisor is back at work and it's nice. His bubbly manner is nice to hear again. He made the special effort of saying "Stephanie" (when no-one else was around), it was as a joke, but we all know what that really means. As expected, his is quite professional about things, and as a mark of my respect, I will try to do my very best by him. Hopefully tomorrow, I'll get to meet and chat with Mrs Doak. Susan is leaving for Sydney from the Jolimont Center, so Jules and Mrs Doak may take it as an opportunity to see Civic. If they gave me a call, it would be nice. :)
Oh, they were tearing up the John's carpark this morning at 7:45 am, boy did that suck. Heavy machinery and the whole lot.
Ok, I detect a tickly throat, I need sleep.