11:05 pm - Thursday 14th December 2000

Peace, quiet. It's all I really ever asked for…

The last of the noisy internationals are gone, for this last week silence will reign. Of course it was all too good to last, and I had a call from the front office saying I would have to move to make way for renovations, hence I'll be doing lifting and carrying to a room on the other side of this peculiar shaped building.
I've been working in the lab at night to escape the unpleasant heat and humidity and having what seems to be some small successes. The thesis as always plods along slowly.
I have a friend who's had to delay her transition, fortunately in the short period of being "on hold" she'll be making enough money to finance it all (including surgery), whilst being on hormones and getting electro. In my own financial matters, I've been assured that from tomorrow I'll be getting paid. That kind of makes up for being partially "sir'ed" on the phone.

Tonight I updated my diary for the first time in over two weeks. The delay is because I have to transfer files by diskette when I remember rather than simply uploading them as if I had a working home internet connection. This is not to be tied into my thoughts about "sanitizing" my site which have been building over time anyway. I'll probably remove the bio and the hormones section first to give myself some privacy and anonymity. My site is generally not a haven for young, inexperienced TS people looking for information and answers. I've met some wonderful friends through it, but am moving into neoteric areas of my life in the near future. Don't worry dear reader, I shall be sure to give fair warning of any plans which may be afoot.

In more prosaic news (it can get more prosaic?) I've got my hair appointment tomorrow, with little drinks sometime to celebrate the end of the year as well. It was also the Marie's birthday today. My Xmas cards are here and require writing plus a few addresses. A dinner seems to be in order on Saturday, along with briefly seeing Maddy who doesn't know how her interview went.

This time next week (for better or for worse) I'll be home.

Shower thoughts - If someone knows or thinks you're TS but doesn't say or do anything, is that different from them not knowing at all?

My first direct query as to whether I was a woman or not came at the Katoomba Ball in early June. You would have thought I would have started taking it as given by now.

I'm shifting rooms in January, hopefully then I'll be able to offload some baggage (literally and metaphorically).

I've never been given flowers.

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