This is what happens when you don't have a television. Most people will settle down and watch whatever garbage is on. Or failing that, go and rent some on video. Me, I write… and I write and I write…
Oh, and I read too. The book for this week is Howard Zinn's "People's History of the United States".
1:20 am - Unfortunately, I never have enough sense to stop reading and go to bed…
A late start and an otherwise mostly unproductive day. Susan rescued me, and we visited Burt St and then over to see Red. Back to the lab, trying to figure what take I should use on another introductory section and then chatting on ICQ. Elsewhere, the plot continues to thicken…
On Sunday afternoon I sent my supervisor an email asking him to use "female pronouns". It's been a while since I've agonized over an email like that, but today he seemed fine though he didn't say anything one way or the other.
Today I came back from Red's place and didn't bother taking my breast forms out when I went back to work. Since I'm mostly either wearing my lab coat or leather jacket, it's not incredibly obvious and I've been wearing them on the weekend at work for the last month or longer anyway.
Technically I shouldn't need to wear breast forms if I'm comfortable with my internal knowledge of myself as a girl… that of course is utter bullshit. How can I feel female when the stupid woman at the bakery insists on saying "Sir" every damn sentence. Believe me, as soon as I can afford plastic surgery I'll be in the operating theatre for the full overhaul. GRS comes last simply because apart from being hideously expensive it's the last bit anyone is going to see, and with my sex drive levels the least used part too…