Today was the Department Xmas party, and in retrospect I think I would have been better off spending my $16 on yogurt and custard lattice's. This is because I discovered that I had apparently not been paid on Thursday. This did not stop me from spending money before I discovered this fact. Because I spent it on clothes I suppose I can feel a slightly lessened twinge of guilt.
Today was coming to the end of a long week without having done laundry. Hence I delved into the remnant of my boi wardrobe and found a seemingly innocuous white collared shirt. I'm sure no-one else cared, but I felt the old boi vibes which came with it. It was just a mental thing but it didn't help me feel confidant, hence my passing (IMHO) dropped because I wasn't comfortable. I think in Grace Bros. that I had a group of girls clock me and then correct themselves, that was good and bad I suppose.
I'll have to use this Xmas trip home to clean out my final remnants of my old wardrobe, but it'll take a greater change of scene to help me more fully come into my new life.
In more prosaic news I made a Doctor's appointment for more Androcur and to let my Doc know what's happened since I haven't seen him in quite a few months. Hassled the bank to change the details on my credit card again, did laundry (I need to buy more underwear), booked coffee with Peta B for Sunday and tried to ring Jules to get up to something on the weekend. I also finally sent Illara the tapes I made.
Tomorrow will hopefully involve sleeping in, possible social interaction, hopefully no economic expenses and the usual extravaganza which composes my life.