Would you sacrifice yourself to save the world?

I didn't know that writing up my thesis could be so draining on the imagination. I feel like some big sponge has sucked all my spontaneity and imagination out of my body. Of course in situations like I usually eat methamphetamine to kick myself out of the slump.

*yes I am just kidding*

I suppose one of the reasons why I want to leave Canberra is so that people will judge me for what I am now, rather than for what I was. For better or worse, a clean slate is still a clean slate.

Today was work, gym and little else. I did see Susan at the gym class and it was nice to chat with her, Red said she would come in to Uni, but in the end she didn't. The evil dark hairs are coming back on my top lip, and I'm not thrilled. I only wish there was a decent galvanic electrologist in town to kill them big-time, laser has worked well elsewhere, so why not there too? I also need to consider how this Thursday's paycheck will get split up between rent, zapping, food, psych appointment and other frivolities. Yes, even the life of a Ph.D studying, overly intellectual, partially transitioned Tranny has it's usual modicum of boring miscellany. (It also goes to prove I'm probably not too different from most other people.)

More wistful dreams of plastic surgery also, as I wonder why I couldn't get my trachea shave, orchiectomy and breast enhancement done all at once to save money. Of course there's the annoying problem of getting the money in the first place, believe me it ain't going to fall out of the sky. *sigh*